I Have A Very Small Public.

In England I Am Not English, In India I Am Not Indian. I Am Chained To The 1,000 Square Miles That Is Trinidad; But I Will Evade That Fate Yet.

The Reason Is That They Define How I Have Gone About My Business. I Have Trusted To Intuition. I Did It At The Beginning. I Do It Even Now. I Have No Idea How Things Might Turn Out, Where In My Writing I Might Go Next.

How Could People Like These, Without Words To Put To Their Emotions And Passions, Manage? They Could, At Best, Only Suffer Dumbly. Their Pains And Humiliations Would Work Themselves Out In Their Characters Alone: Like Evil Spirits Possessing A Body, So That The Body Itself Might Appear Innocent Of What It Did.

Small Things Start Us In New Ways Of Thinking

Each Book, Intuitively Sensed And, In The Case Of Fiction, Intuitively Worked Out, Stands On What Has Gone Before, And Grows Out Of It.