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He Knew All The Answers. Everybody Did. Everybody Knew Everything And Everybody Knew All The Answers. It Was Just That The Enemy Seemed To Know Better Ones.

I Deliberately Keep Myself Apart From A Lot Of Stuff; I Don't Tweet, I Don't Do Facebook, I Don't Blog, And That's Largely Because I Spend My Working Life Staring At A Screen And Hitting A Keyboard, I Am Trying To Cut Down On That, Not Increase It.

If You Have Any Helpful Suggestions I'd Be Pleased To Hear Them. If All You Can Do Is Make Snide Insinuations Then It Would Probably Benefit All Concerned If You Bestowed The Fruits Of Your Prodigious Wit On Someone With The Spare Time To Give Them The Consideration They Doubtless Deserve.

I Enjoy It Too Much - Even If I Knew I'd Never Get A Book Published, I Would Still Write. I Enjoy The Experience Of Getting Thoughts And Ideas And Plots And Characters Organised Into This Narrative Framework.

Maybe It Wasn't Anything Remotely To Do With Religion, Mysticism Or Metaphilosophy After All; Maybe It Was More Banal; Maybe It Was Just...accounting.