But You Can Try To Read Books

Ah, Well, I Have No Talent For Nonfiction, That's My Problem.

I Live A Perfectly Happy And Comfortable Life In Blair's Britain, But I Can't Work Up Much Affection For The Culture We've Created For Ourselves: It's Too Cynical, Too Knowing, Too Ironic, Too Empty Of Real Value And Meaning.

Sometimes I Feel That I Am Destined Always To Be Offstage Whenever The Main Action Occurs. That God Has Made Me The Victim Of Some Cosmic Practical Joke, By Assigning Me Little More Than A Walk-on Part In My Own Life. Or Sometimes I Feel That My Role Is Simply To Be A Spectator To Other People's Stories, And Always To Wander Away At The Most Important Moment, Drifiting Into The Kitchen To Make A Cup Of Tea Just As The Denouement Unfolds.

As The Books Grew Bigger And More Ambitious, The Situations In Question Sometimes Became Political Ones, And So It Became Necessary To Start Painting In The Social Background On A Scale Which Eventually Became Panoramic.

Objectivity Is Just Male Subjectivity.