Report, if you have a problem with this page“ When the sun grew too hot we went into the wood where waves of Bluebells dashed around the foot of the Oak in front of us... I never knew before, the delight of offering oneself up; I even longed for some self sacrifice, to have to give up something for her sake. It intoxicated me to think I was making another happy... ”
W.N.P. Barbellion
From : The Journal of a Disappointed Man
