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Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

If I Did Things For The Money, I'd Have Done Adverts In The 1980s, When I Was Hot Enough To Be Offered Them, And 'police Academy 6,' Which I Was Asked To Write.

I Try Hard Not To Preach, But I Get Carried Away, Which Is A Mistake, But It's A Risk Worth Running.

I'm Easy To Work With, Not A Pushover, But I Respond To Criticism And Find It Inspiring.

Books Are The Key. A Book Cannot Be Accessed From Afar. You Have To Hold It, You Have To Read It.