Quotes by W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man

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Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the melancholiac, wh — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the melancholiac, wh — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the melancholiac, wh — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the melancholiac, wh — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Suppose the hellfire of the orthodox really existed! We have no assurance that it does not! It seems incredible, but man — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Suppose the hellfire of the orthodox really existed! We have no assurance that it does not! It seems incredible, but man — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Suppose the hellfire of the orthodox really existed! We have no assurance that it does not! It seems incredible, but man — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Suppose the hellfire of the orthodox really existed! We have no assurance that it does not! It seems incredible, but man — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
When the sun grew too hot we went into the wood where waves of Bluebells dashed around the foot of the Oak in front of u — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
When the sun grew too hot we went into the wood where waves of Bluebells dashed around the foot of the Oak in front of u — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
When the sun grew too hot we went into the wood where waves of Bluebells dashed around the foot of the Oak in front of u — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
When the sun grew too hot we went into the wood where waves of Bluebells dashed around the foot of the Oak in front of u — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
To forget the past so easily seems scarcely loyal to oneself. I am so selfishly absorbed in my present self that I have — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
To forget the past so easily seems scarcely loyal to oneself. I am so selfishly absorbed in my present self that I have — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
To forget the past so easily seems scarcely loyal to oneself. I am so selfishly absorbed in my present self that I have — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
To forget the past so easily seems scarcely loyal to oneself. I am so selfishly absorbed in my present self that I have — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
An appetite for knowledge is apt to rush one off one's feet, like any other appetite if not curbed. I often stand in the — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
An appetite for knowledge is apt to rush one off one's feet, like any other appetite if not curbed. I often stand in the — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
An appetite for knowledge is apt to rush one off one's feet, like any other appetite if not curbed. I often stand in the — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
An appetite for knowledge is apt to rush one off one's feet, like any other appetite if not curbed. I often stand in the — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
The porter spends his days in the Library keeping strict vigil over this catacomb of books, passing along between the sh — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
The porter spends his days in the Library keeping strict vigil over this catacomb of books, passing along between the sh — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
The porter spends his days in the Library keeping strict vigil over this catacomb of books, passing along between the sh — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
The porter spends his days in the Library keeping strict vigil over this catacomb of books, passing along between the sh — W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man