The Endless Chatter Of This Journey Had

There Is A Word In Old English Which Belongs Wholly To That Civilization - "dustsceawung," Meaning Contemplation Of Dust. It Is A True Image Of The Anglo-saxon Mind, Or At Least An Echo Of That Consciousness Which Considered Transcience And Loss To Be Part Of The Human Estate; It Was A World In Which Life Was Uncertain And The Principal Diety Was Fate Or Destiny Or "wyrd."

All Cities Are Impressive In Their Way, Because They Represent The Aspiration Of Men To Lead A Common Life; Those People Who Wish To Live Agreeable Lives, And In Constant Intercourse With One Another, Will Build A City As Beautiful As Paris.

The 16th-century Theatre Witnessed The Particularly English Manifestation Of 'the History Play.' There Can Be No Doubt That Shakespeare's Presentations Of 'henry V' And 'richard Iii' Have Been Incalculably More Influential Than Any More Sober Historical Study.

The Ordinary Routines Of Life Are Never Chronicled By The Historian, But They Make Up Almost The Whole Of Experience.

None Of My Books Has Been Ever In My Head; After They're Finished, They Go. It's Like Being A Sort Of Medium; You Just Grab It When It's There Then Just Release It When It's Time To Go. There's A Lot Of Instinct, Not Planning.