I Am Not A Historian. I Don't

The Things You Think Are The Disasters In Your Life Are Not The Disasters Really. Almost Anything Can Be Turned Around: Out Of Every Ditch, A Path, If You Can Only See It.

Cravats Grow Higher, As If They Mean To Protect The Throat. The Highest Cravats In Public Life Will Be Worn By Citizen Antoine Saint-just, Of The National Convention And The Committee Of Public Safety. In The Dark And Harrowing Days Of '94, An Obscene Feminine Inversion Will Appear: A Thin Crimson Ribbon, Worn Round A Bare White Neck.

If You Get Stuck, Get Away From Your Desk. Take A Walk, Take A Bath, Go To Sleep, Make A Pie, Draw, Listen To Music, Meditate, Exercise; Whatever You Do, Don't Just Stick There Scowling At The Problem. But Don't Make Telephone Calls Or Go To A Party; If You Do, Other People's Words Will Pour In Where Your Lost Words Should Be.

Over The City Lies The Sweet, Rotting Odor Of Yesterday's Unrecollected Sins.

I Think Psychologically [margaret Thatcher] Is Really Worth Studying. I Am Reading Charles Moore's Biography Of Her, And He Has Gotten Us Right There With A Woman Who Lived The Unexamined Life, And Lived It Deliberately, And Who Has Contempt For History, Even Her Own.