As A Work Of Art, It Reminds

My Niece Is - Her Name Is Sasha, Is Currently Learning Russian At Melbourne University And I Look Forward To The Day When I Can Talk To Her About Pushkin.

I Work On The Assumption, Or Let It Be The Fear, That The Reader Will Stop Reading If I Stop Being Interesting.

The Essence Of A Class System Is Not That The Privileged Are Conscious Of Their Privileges, But That The Deprived Are Conscious Of Their Deprivations.

Dinner Was Meat - Not Hunks Of Meat, As In Australia, But Pathetic Scraps Of Meat, As In Britain - Which The Girls Upstairs Transformed Into Edible Dishes By Heating It In Secret Ways And Adding Bits Of Stuff To It.

His Pear-shaped Head, I Could Now See, Was Situated On Top Of A Pear-shaped Body, Which His Black Gown Caused To Resemble A Piece Of Fruit Going To A Funeral.