I Blush Easily. I Have Difficulty Meeting

One's Head Is Finite. You Pour More And More Things Into It - Surnames, Chronologies, Affiliations - And It Packs Them Away In Its Tunnels, And Eventually You Find That You Have A Book About Something That You Publish.

Spoon The Sauce Over The Ice Cream. It Will Harden. This Is What You Have Been Working For.

Rarely Do Pens Go Dry In Restaurants.

I Woke Up Thinking A Very Pleasant Thought. There Is Lots Left In The World To Read.

The Equivocations, The Confusions, The Contradictions. There's No Way We Can Live Through Or Comprehend Something So Big That Happened So Long Ago. We've Lost True History. But If We Are Willing To Tolerate The Contradictions, And If We Suffer Through Events Rather Than Ticking Them Off, We May At Least Get Closer To Understanding What Happened Than If We Grip The Handrail Of A Carefully Polished And Reassuringly Heroic Narrative.