I Have A Theory Which I Suspect

It's Death, That's What I'm Suffering From. The Systematic Encroachment Of The Big D.

I Had Two Experiences Of Criminality: One Was My Conman Father, The Other Was Teaching At Eton

Each My Book Feels Like My Last Book. And Then I Think, Like A Dedicated Alcoholic, That One More Won't Do Me Any Harm.

Only Esmeralda Was Not Weeping. Instead She Wore That Wooden Look That Whites Mistake For Churlishenss Or Indifference. Woodrew Knew It Was Neither. It Was Familiarity. This How Real Life Is Constituted, It Said. This Is Grief And Hatred And People Hacked To Death. This Is The Everyday We Have Known Since We Were Born And You Wazungu Have Not.

Fools, Most Linguists. Damn All To Say In One Language, So They Learn Another And Say Damn All In That.