I Have Begun To Think Of Life

Publication Is Rather Like Pushing The Boat Out; Then The Boat/book Turns Into A Melting Ice Floe And You Have To Conjure A Second Boat Which Again Turns Into A Melting Floe Under Your Feet. All The Stepping Stones That You Conjure Disappear Under The Water Behind You.

Behaviour That's Admired Is The Path To Power Among People Everywhere.

I Always Believed That Whatever Had To Be Written Would Somehow Get Itself Written.

The Bogholes Might Be Atlantic Seepage. The Wet Centre Is Bottomless.

It Is Difficult At Times To Repress The Thought That History Is About As Instructive As An Abattoir.