We Who Write In English Are Fortunate

[my Father And His Friends] Believed In Equality For Women Without Troubling To Acquire The Basic Domestic Skills Which Would Have Made That Equality Possible.

Love, Always Love. Perhaps That’s What We’re All Looking For.

It Was One Of Those Perfect English Autumnal Days Which Occur More Frequently In Memory Than In Life.

It's Possible To Fight Intolerance, Stupidity And Fanaticism When They Come Separately. When You Get All Three Together It's Probably Wiser To Get Out, If Only To Preserve Your Sanity.

A Picnic May Well Be A Metaphor For Life. The Essentials For Happiness Are The Right Company, Moderate If Sanguine Expectations And A Reasonable Standard Of Physical Sustenance And Comfort, The Whole Being Bedeviled By The Belief That There Is Always Something Better To Be Had If Only One Presses On.