Everything Has To Evolve Or Else It

The Summer Of 1943 At Exeter Was As Happy A Time As I Ever Had In My Life.

Looking Back Now Across Fifteen Years I Could See With Great Clarity The Fear I Had Lived In, Which Must Mean That In The Interval I Had Succeeded In A Very Important Undertaking: I Must Have Made My Escape From It.

It Was Demeaning To Scrape Affection From Virtually Everyone You Encountered. That Was Immature.

There Are Special, Strange Gifted People In The World And They Have To Be Treated With Understanding

All Of Them, All Except Phineas, Constructed At Infinite Cost To Themselves These Maginot Lines Against This Enemy They Thought They Saw Across The Frontier, This Enemy Who Never Attacked That Way-if He Ever Attacked At All; If He Was Indeed The Enemy.