All problems have to be solved eventually by oneself and that’s where all your lovely John Donne stuff turns out to be a load of crap because, in the last analysis a man is an island. He may like to communicate but if he cannot it doesn’t kill him. But enough of seriousness, you are on holiday and it’s all whoops and bonnet over the windmill!
C. Stevens, Born Brilliant: The Life of Kenneth Williams (2010), loc. 4,129
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