Would you like the old seafront diary back?  Back to the old ways,  back to the witterings of some slightly mad buffer detailing is life h...

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it ...

Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may,     Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to day,     To morrow will be dying. ...

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the ...