Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself
like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks
I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled
eyes at the full midday beam.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Areopagitica
I ask only one thing. I'm understanding. I'm mature. And it isn't much to
ask. I want to get back to London, and track her down, and be alone with my
Selina -- or not even alone, damn it, merely close to her, close enough to
smell her skin, to see the flecked webbing of her lemony eyes, the moulding
of her artful lips....