Now take yourself far away, far away towards a peak, near to the home where pillows are heads for soldiers and houses are ships. There is always time to recount the dream ridden days in the child garden, those of the great, the still skiffle.Working upon a scale that was quite above lifesize (the size of life at the time was).
Bare down now upon the mount over the busy head of the little giant -The one without the other is without a doubt the monument.
(All this from the quotidian elements)