I Came To London. It Had Become

Many Writers Tend To Write Summing-up Books At The End Of Their Lives.

Home Is, I Suppose Just A Child's Idea. A House At Night, And A Lamp In The House. A Place To Feel Safe.

What Was Past Was Past. I Suppose That Was The General Attitude.

The Europeans Wanted Gold And Slaves, Like Everybody Else; But At The Same Time They Wanted Statues Put Up To Themselves As People Who Had Done Good Things For The Slaves.

Judgment Is Contained In The Act Of Trying To Understand.