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Many Of Our Deepest Motives Come, Not From An Adult Logic Of How Things Work In The World, But Out Of Something That Is Frozen From Childhood.

The English Landscape At Its Finest - Such As I Saw This Morning - Possesses A Quality That The Landscapes Of Other Nations, However More Superficially Dramatic, Inevitably Fail To Possess. It Is, I Believe, A Quality That Will Mark Out The English Landscape To Any Objective Observer As The Most Deeply Satisfying In The World, And This Quality Is Probably Best Summed Up By The Term 'greatness.'

You Say You’re Sure? Sure That You’re In Love? How Can You Know It? You Think Love Is So Simple?

I Still Have A Suspicion Of Charity And Think The State Has A Role To Play In Many Areas. And Although For Most Of The Years Since I Have Been A Rather Privileged Writer, I Identify More Closely Than Perhaps I Should With Those Social Workers. Had I Not Become A Writer That Would Have Been Me. Lots Of Our Friends Are Still In That World And I Do Feel Part Of That Generation Of People Who Were Rather Idealistic In The 70s And Became Disillusioned In The 80s. Not Just About Social Services Issues, But The World.

I Don't Have A Deep Link With England Like, Say, Jonathan Coe Or Hanif Kureishi Might Demonstrate. For Me It Is Like A Mythical Place.