Password Protected Pages.

The pages in the ‘Excerpts’ section that are password protected because I don’t want to have my work stolen. No offence. If you’d like to view them, post a comment on this post asking what the password is. If I know you, I’ll e-mail the password to ya.
Thanks, I’m paranoid.


Frost

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.


Kipling

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold,

Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,

Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, “It ’s pretty, but is it Art?”

- Richard Kipling, The Conundrum of the Workshops.


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