In London, I've Always Lived Within 10

There Is A Word In Old English Which Belongs Wholly To That Civilization - "dustsceawung," Meaning Contemplation Of Dust. It Is A True Image Of The Anglo-saxon Mind, Or At Least An Echo Of That Consciousness Which Considered Transcience And Loss To Be Part Of The Human Estate; It Was A World In Which Life Was Uncertain And The Principal Diety Was Fate Or Destiny Or "wyrd."

When I Was A Child I Wanted To Be Pope. My Greatest Disappointment Is Missing Out On That. I Also Wanted To Be A Tap Dancer But I Never Fulfilled That Ambition Either.

I Can Remember Picking Up Weighty Tomes On The History Of Science And The History Of Philosophy And Reading Those When I Was Small.

It's Only Recently That We've Discovered That The Artist's Inner Self Is Somehow More Important Than The Public World. I'm Happier To Create Exterior Pieces For The World Rather Than To Express Something I Deeply Feel Or Wish To Say.

To Watch King Lear Is To Approach The Recognition That There Is Indeed No Meaning In Life, And That There Are Limits To Human Understanding.