Objectivity? I've Always Had An Objective.

A Thirteen-year-old Is A Kaleidoscope Of Different Personalities, If Not In Most Ways A Mere Figment Of Her Own Imagination. At That Age, What And Who You Are Depends Largely On What Book You Happen To Be Reading At The Moment.

Growing Up In The English Countryside Seemed An Interminable Process. Freezing Winter Gave Way To Frosty Spring, Which In Turn Merged Into Chilly Summer-but Nothing Ever, Ever Happened.

The Prison System, Inherently Unjust And Inhumane, Is The Ultimate Expression Of Injustice And Inhumanity In The Society At Large.

Things On The Whole Are Faster In America; People Don't Stand For Election, They Run For Office. If A Person Says He's Sick, It Doesn't Mean Regurgitating, It Means Ill. Mad Means Angry, Not Insane. Don't Ask For The Left-luggage; It's Called A Checkroom.

Lifelong Enemies Are, I Think, As Hard To Make And As Important To One's Well-being As Lifelong Friends.