There Is No Moral Authority Like That

The Solitude Of Writing Is Also Quite Frightening. It's Quite Close To Madness, One Just Disappears For A Day And Loses Touch.

And This Indifference Is Still Very Much Present In Modern South Africa. Just Listen To Nobel Prize Winner Nadine Gordimer - A Representative Of The British Elite In This Country: Afrikaner Women Are Lower Than Rats, Closer Related To Plants, Just Fit Enough To Be Raped In An Act Of Genus Preservation.

Writing Is Always A Voyage Of Discovery.

There's No Tiling Moral About Beauty.

The Creative Act Is Not Pure. History Evidences It. Sociology Extracts It. The Writer Loses Eden, Writes To Be Read And Comes To Realize That He Is Answerable.