Simon Became Inarticulate In His Effort To

Philosophy And Religion-what Are They When The Wind Blows And The Water Gets Up In Lumps?

What Are We? Humans? Or Animals? Or Savages?

I Play The Piano Passionately And Inaccurately. Indeed, I Worked Out The Other Day That Of My Seventy-five Years; I Have Spent At Least One Year Sitting On A Piano Stool.

Then You Have People Coming Up Like Malcolm Bradbury, A Relatively Young Writer Who Deals With The Academic Scene And Deals With It, I Think, Brilliantly.

Are We Savages Or What?