Home's Where You Go When You Run

Only Esmeralda Was Not Weeping. Instead She Wore That Wooden Look That Whites Mistake For Churlishenss Or Indifference. Woodrew Knew It Was Neither. It Was Familiarity. This How Real Life Is Constituted, It Said. This Is Grief And Hatred And People Hacked To Death. This Is The Everyday We Have Known Since We Were Born And You Wazungu Have Not.

There Was Nothing Dishonourable In Not Being Blown About By Every Little Modern Wind. Better To Have Worth, To Entrench, To Be An Oak Of One's Own Generation.

A Lot Of People See Doubt As Legitimate Philosophical Posture. They Think Of Themselves In The Middle, Whereas Of Course Really, They're Nowhere.

Love Means Having Something To Betray.

It's Easy To Forget What Intelligence Consists Of: Luck And Speculation. Here And There A Windfall, Here And There A Scoop.