I'll Be Pleased When I'm Dead. That

There Was A Time When Young People Respected Learning And Literature And Now They Don't.

My Mother Died Happily Of A Stroke In Her Seventies.

When A Book's Pattern And The Shape Of Its Inner Life Is As Plain To The Reader As It Is To The Author -- Then Perhaps It Is Time To Throw The Book Aside, As Having Had Its Day, And Start Again On Something New.

She Was Thirty-nine. No, She Did Not Envy Her Eighteen-year- Old Self At All. But She Did Envy, Envied Every Day More Bitterly, That Young Girl's Genuine Independence, Largeness, Scope, And Courage.

Every Child Has The Capacity To Be Everything.