




Very rare items : pictures of a dame with her mouth shut



























Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
(Tennyson, 1842)





And you must tell me about your clutch control









The world forgetting, by the world forgot:
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Pope, Eloisa to Abelard





