an anonymous office block in a soulless industrial estate

The idea of a 'psychagogy' only occupies a secondary place, and has been more the concern of the disciples than of the master.

Now we haue well bousd, let vs strike some chete. Now we have well drunk, let us steal something.

By my window bowered round with leaves, / And down my cheeks the quick tears ran / Like twinkling rain-drops from the eaves, / When warm spring showers are passing o'er: […]