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What Do I Miss About The Uk? Sadly, Almost Nothing. Maybe The Midnight Sun, In June In The North. That's All.

I've Discovered Writers By Reading Books Left In Airplane Seats And Weird Hotels.

To Fill A Small Bag Means Selecting,and Choosing, And Evaluating. There's No Logicial End To That Process. Pretty Soon I Would Have A Big Bag, And Then Two Or Three. A Month Later I'd Be Like The Rest Of You.

British Crime Stories Tend To Be Very Internal, Psychological, Claustrophobic, Very Limited In Terms Of Geography.

The Third Guy Was Different. He Was What You Got When You Ate Squirrels For Four Generations. Smarter Than A Rat And Tougher Than A Goat, And Jumpier Than Either One.