When I Vacate This Sack Of Old

Usually Halfway Through A Book I Have A Serious Depression, So I Go On Safari On My Ranch In South Africa, Or Fishing Off My Island In The Seychelles. When I Come Back And Re-read It, I Think: 'what Was All That About, Smith? It's Fine, Just Get On With It.'

I Grew Up In Rhodesia On My Father's Ranch And Every Year He Used To Take Us On Safari In Some Remote Area Of The Wilderness.

History Is A River That Never Ends. Today Is History, And I Am Here At The Fountainhead.

Let It Simply Be Said That We Know More About The Details Of The Hours Immediately Before And The Actual Death Of Jesus, In And Near Jerusalem, Than We Know About The Death Of Any Other One Man In All The Ancient World.

It Was This Same Jesus, The Christ Who, Among Many Other Remarkable Things, Said And Repeated Something Which, Proceeding From Any Other Being Would Have Condemned Him At Once As Either A Bloated Egotist Or A Dangerously Unbalanced Person...when He Said He Himself Would Rise Again From The Dead, The Third Day After He Was Crucified, He Said Something That Only A Fool Would Dare Say, If He Expected Longer The Devotion Of Any Disciples-unless He Was Sure He Was Going To Rise. No Founder Of Any World Religion Known To Men Ever Dared Say A Thing Like That!