"There's one thing this house-boat needs," wrote Homer in the complaint- book that adorned the centre-table in the reading-room, "and that is a Poets' Corner.

There are smoking-rooms for those who smoke, billiard- rooms for those who play billiards, and a card-room for those who play cards.

I do not smoke, I can't play billiards, and I do not know a trey of diamonds from a silver salver.

All I can do is write poetry.

Why discriminate against me?
By all means let us have a Poets' Corner, where a man can be inspired in peace." For four days this entry lay in the book apparently unnoticed.