Enough To Know No Knowing.

Dying For Dark — And The Darker The Worse. Strange.

My Dear Tom, Delighted To Get Your Letter. Do Write Again. This Life Is Terrible And I Don't Understand How It Can Be Endured.

I Am Still Alive Then. That May Come In Useful.

Let's Go." "we Can't." "why Not?" "we're Waiting For Godot.

I Hope I Am Not Too Old To Take It Up Seriously, Nor Too Stupid About Machines To Qualify As A Commercial Pilot. I Do Not Feel Like Spending The Rest Of My Life Writing Books That No One Will Read. It Is Not As Though I Wanted To Write Them.