What Was Past Was Past. I Suppose

My Publisher, Who Was So Good As A Taster And Editor, When She Became A Writer, Lo And Behold, It Was All This Feminine Tosh.

We Cannot Understand All The Traits We Have Inherited. Sometimes We Can Be Strangers To Ourselves.

Africa Is Not A Fun Place, You Know. A Fun Place Is Somewhere That Lifts The Spirits, That Cossets The Senses. I Don't Think That Can Be Said Of The Africa I Traveled In.

It's Very Attractive To People To Be A Victim. Instead Of Having To Think Out The Whole Situation, About History And Your Group And What You Are Doing... If You Begin From The Point Of View Of Being A Victim, You've Got It Half-made. I Mean Intellectually.

And It Was Strange, I Thought, That Sorrow Lasts And Can Make A Man Look Forward To Death, But The Mood Of Victory Fills A Moment And Then Is Over