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It Is Exciting To Write About The Present Once One Gets Beyond The Trivia Of The Moment. As A Time To Live In, As A Time To Think About, The Present Is Intriguing.

I Am Certainly Not Allergic To Causes - Particularly On Subjects Such As Religious Intolerance.

Music, Such Music, Is A Sufficient Gift. Why Ask For Happiness; Why Hope Not To Grieve? It Is Enough, It Is To Be Blessed Enough, To Live From Day To Day And To Hear Such Music-not Too Much, Or The Soul Could Not Sustain It-from Time To Time.

So Many Indian Novels, Quite Unfairly, Do Not Get The Prominence They Should Because They Have Been Written In A Language Other Than English.

Everyone Sort Of Sees His Own Life And Times As Being Ephemeral. One Thinks That Everything Good Or Important That Happened, Happened In The Past. But I Think That Seeing Scenes That You Are Used To, But With The Heightening Effects Of Poetry, Perhaps Makes You Value Your Life And Times More Than You Might Otherwise Do.