There's Still A Part Of Me That

Everything Might Scatter. You Might Be Right. I Suppose It's Something We Can't Easily Get Away From. People Need To Feel They Belong. To A Nation, To A Race. Otherwise, Who Knows What Might Happen? This Civilisation Of Ours, Perhaps It'll Just Collapse. And Everything Scatter, As You Put It.

I Work Very Regular Hours, Roughly 9 To 5:30. I Think I Have It Much Easier Than A Lot Of Parents. I Just Sit At Home, I Have A Very Flexible Timetable, And I'm Very Fortunate In That I Don't Have Money Problems. I Have Lunch With My Wife At Home. I Don't Have To Commute, So I Have Much More Time With My Family.

Many Of Our Deepest Motives Come, Not From An Adult Logic Of How Things Work In The World, But Out Of Something That Is Frozen From Childhood.

What Do You Think Dignity's All About?' The Directness Of The Inquiry Did, I Admit, Take Me Rather By Surprise. 'it's Rather A Hard Thing To Explain In A Few Words, Sir,' I Said. 'but I Suspect It Comes Down To Not Removing One's Clothing In Public.

The English Landscape At Its Finest - Such As I Saw This Morning - Possesses A Quality That The Landscapes Of Other Nations, However More Superficially Dramatic, Inevitably Fail To Possess. It Is, I Believe, A Quality That Will Mark Out The English Landscape To Any Objective Observer As The Most Deeply Satisfying In The World, And This Quality Is Probably Best Summed Up By The Term 'greatness.'