I Write Plays About Things That I

I Write Plays About Things That I Can't Resolve In My Mind. I Try To Root Things Out.

Schweitzer In The Congo Did Not Derive More Moral Credit Than Larkin Did For Living In Hull.

Nature Played A Cruel Trick On Her By Giving Her A Waxed Mustache.

The Majority Of People Perform Well In A Crisis And When The Spotlight Is On Them; It's On The Sunday Afternoons Of This Life, When Nobody Is Looking, That The Spirit Falters.

Deluded Liberal That I Am, I Persist In Thinking That Those With A Streak Of Sexual Unorthodoxy Ought To Be More Tolerant Of Their Fellows Than Those Who Lead An Entirely Godly, Righteous And Sober Life. Illogically, I Tend To Assume That If You ( Philip Larkin) Dream Of Caning Schoolgirls Bottoms, It Disqualifies You From Dismissing Half The Nation As Work-shy.