Humans, The Only Self-regarding Animals, Blessed Or

Any Writer Of Any Worth At All Hopes To Play Only A Pocket-torch Of Light - And Rarely, Through Genius, A Sudden Flambeau - Into The Bloody Yet Beautiful Labyrinth Of Human Experience, Of Being.

And This Indifference Is Still Very Much Present In Modern South Africa. Just Listen To Nobel Prize Winner Nadine Gordimer - A Representative Of The British Elite In This Country: Afrikaner Women Are Lower Than Rats, Closer Related To Plants, Just Fit Enough To Be Raped In An Act Of Genus Preservation.

In Various And Different Circumstances Certain Objects And Individuals Are Going To Turn Out To Be Vital. The Wager Of Survival Cannot, By Its Nature, Reveal Which, In Advance Of Events.

About The Joys And The Courage, I Really Don't Know What Other People Think. I Just Know That I've Never Left Africa. I've Lived There All My Life. And One Of The Wonderful Things, In Spite Of All The Terrible Things That Happen In South Africa, Is The Way People Continue To Keep Their Dignity.

When I Was A Child, We Seemed To Be Living In A World Remote From The Rest Of The World. But Television Has Made A Great Difference To All Of Us. If Something Happens Where I Live, You See It Tomorrow Or Perhaps Even At The Same Time It Is Happening There. It's Not "one World" In The Sense That Conflicts Are Resolved In The World. But We Are More One World In That We Know What Is Going On And Are Psychologically Influenced By What Goes On Around Us.