You Priests. You're All The Same. You

Life Is What You Celebrate. All Of It. Even Its End.

The Right Circumstances Sometimes Happen Of Their Own Accord, Slyly, Without Fanfare, Without Warning. Layman's Alchemy. . . . The Magic Of Everyday Things.

Sheep Are Not The Docile, Pleasant Creatures Of The Pastoral Idyll. Any Countryman Will Tell You That. They Are Sly, Occasionally Vicious, Pathologically Stupid. The Lenient Shepherd May Find His Flock Unruly, Definant. I Cannot Afford To Be Lenient.

What Is A Writer Of Fiction But A Liar With A Licence?

A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't Really A Man At All.