He Felt Changed, But There Was No

Things Are Not What They Seem.

I Am Not An Academic Who Happens To Have Written A Novel. I Am A Novelist Who Happens To Be Quite Good Academically.

You Know, It's A Truism That Writers For Children Must Still Be Children Themselves, Deep Down, Must Still Feel Childish Feelings, And A Child's Surprise At The World.

Never Stop Paying Attention To Things. Never Make Your Mind Up Finally. Do Not Hold Beliefs.

She Was A Logical Child, As Far As Children Go. She Did Not Understand How Such A Nice, Kind, Good God As The One They Preyed To, Could Condemn The Whole Earth For Sinfulness And Flood It, Or Condemn His Only Son To A Disgusting Death On Behalf Of Everyone. This Death Did Not Seem To Have Done Much Good.