It Isn't That There's No Right And

My Publisher, Who Was So Good As A Taster And Editor, When She Became A Writer, Lo And Behold, It Was All This Feminine Tosh.

I Grew Up In A Small Place And Left It When I Was Quite Young And Entered The Bigger World.

And It Was Strange, I Thought, That Sorrow Lasts And Can Make A Man Look Forward To Death, But The Mood Of Victory Fills A Moment And Then Is Over

Africa Has No Future.

Small Things Start Us In New Ways Of Thinking