I Can't Even Say I Made My

For A Great Many People, The Evening Is The Most Enjoyable Part Of The Day. Perhaps, Then, There Is Something To His Advice That I Should Cease Looking Back So Much, That I Should Adopt A More Positive Outlook And Try To Make The Best Of What Remains Of My Day. After All, What Can We Ever Gain In Forever Looking Back And Blaming Ourselves If Our Lives Have Not Turned Out Quite As We Might Have Wished?

He Chose A Certain Path In Life, It Proved To Be A Misguided One, But There, He Chose It, He Can Say That At Least. As For Myself, I Cannot Even Claim That. You See, I Trusted. I Trusted In His Lorship's Wisdom. All Those Years I Served Him, I Trusted I Was Doing Something Worthwhile. I Can't Even Say I Made My Own Mistakes. Really - One Has To Ask Oneself - What Dignity Is There In That?

The English Landscape At Its Finest - Such As I Saw This Morning - Possesses A Quality That The Landscapes Of Other Nations, However More Superficially Dramatic, Inevitably Fail To Possess. It Is, I Believe, A Quality That Will Mark Out The English Landscape To Any Objective Observer As The Most Deeply Satisfying In The World, And This Quality Is Probably Best Summed Up By The Term 'greatness.'

I Wouldn't Want To Try To Adapt Something Of My Own. It Would Be Like Going Back To School And Doing All My Exams Again.

You're Always In A Rush, Or Else You're Too Exhausted To Have A Proper Conversation. Soon Enough, The Long Hours, The Traveling, The Broken Sleep Have All Crept Into Your Being And Become Part Of You, So Everyone Can See It, In Your Posture, Your Gaze, The Way You Move And Talk.