At Times ... One Is Downright Thankful

I'm Always Aware That I Risk Being Taken For A Neurasthenic Prima Donna When I Explain To Someone Who Wants 'just A Little' Of My Time That Five Minutes Of The Wrong Kind Of Distraction Can Ruin A Working Day.

I Confess, Right At The Start, To The Doubts - And Sometimes Outright Dreads - That Go With Me As I Climb The Stairs To My Study In The Morning, Coffee Mug In Hand: I Have To Admit To The Habitual Apprehension Mixed With A Sort Of Reverence, As I Light The Incense . . . And Wonder: What Is Going To Happen Today? Will Anything Happen? Will The Angel Come Today?

Good Teaching Is One-fourth Preparation And Three-fourths Pure Theatre.

None Of Us Suddenly Becomes Something Overnight. The Preparations Have Been In The Making For Lifetime.

What Did A Few Ripples In The Flesh Matter When, All Too Soon, Now Or Later, That Flesh Would Be Making Its Return Journey To Dust?