Ronald Firbank

The world is disgracefully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.

Mentally, perhaps she was already three parts glass. So intense was her desire to set up a commemorative window to herself that, when it was erected, she believed she must leave behind in it, for ever, a little ghost. And should this be so, then what joy to be pierced each morning with light; her body flooded through and through by the sun, or in the evening to glow with a harvest of dark colours, deepening into untold sadness with the night.... What ecstasy! It was the Egyptian sighing for his pyramid, of course.