A Star Appeared...and Was Momentarily Eclipsed By

No Human Endeavour Can Ever Be Wholly Good... It Must Always Have A Cost.

We Have A Disharmony In Our Natures. We Cannot Live Together Without Injuring Each Other.

Percival Was Mouse-coloured And Had Not Been Very Attractive Even To His Mother.

I've Come Across A Novel Called The Palm-wine Drinkard, By The Nigerian Writer Amos Tutuola, That Is Really Remarkable Because It Is A Kind Of Fantasy Of West African Mythology All Told In West African English Which, Of Course, Is Not The Same As Standard English.

How Would I Myself Live In This Proposed Society? How Long Would It Be Before I Went Stark Staring Mad?