But Everything Of Value About Me Is

In Our Island Myth This Was The Prescribed End Of Marriages Like Mine: The Wife Goes Off With Someone From The Cercle Sportif, Outside Whose Gates At Night The Willingly Betrayed Husband Waits In His Motorcar. The Circumstances Were Slightly.

Africa Has No Future.

I Don't Feel I Can Speak With Authority For Many Other People.

It Is Wrong To Have An Ideal View Of The World. That's Where The Mischief Starts. That's Where Everything Starts Unravelling.

Whatever Extra There Is In Me At Any Given Moment Isn't Fully Formed. I Am Hardly Aware Of It; It Awaits The Next Book. It Will - With Luck - Come To Me During The Actual Writing, And It Will Take Me By Surprise