Certainly I'm Still Mining My Experiences As

When I Write A Word In English, A Simple One, Such As, Say, 'chief,' I Have Unwittingly Ushered A Querulous Horde Into The Room. The Roman Legionary Is There, Shaking His 'cap,' Or Head, And Al Cap Is There, Slouching In His Signature Working Man's Headgear.

My Sentences Tend To Be Very Short And Rather Spare. I'm More Your Paragraph Kind Of Gal.

When You're Writing Non-fiction, You Go As Far As You Can Go, And Then Ethically You Have To Stop. You Can't Go. You Can't Suppose. You Can't Imagine. And I Think There's Something In Human Nature That Wants To Finish The Story.

The Great Thing About Being Always Among People Of Noble Manners Was The Inevitable Elevation Of One's Own.

Moral Certainty Can Deafen People To Any Truth Other Than Their Own.