"The chimes chimed and I left Cornell, had more than a month left to fill in. Marking time but not killing it. Once I had wanted to kill time but not any more. Because I was in love and because I knew that, if I fell out of this love or if it fell away from under me, the vistas which it had opened would still be there and the wind which had come up would not die down."
- from Louis MacNeice's The Strings are False.
Which I found in London! Somewhere on Charing Cross. I had forgotten I was looking for the book, which makes it all the better.