I Never Read In Bed, Only In

To Watch King Lear Is To Approach The Recognition That There Is Indeed No Meaning In Life, And That There Are Limits To Human Understanding.

I Wanted To Be A Poet When I Was 20; I Had No Interest In Fiction Or Biography And Precious Little Interest In History, But Those Three Elements In My Life Have Become The Most Important.

There Is A Word In Old English Which Belongs Wholly To That Civilization - "dustsceawung," Meaning Contemplation Of Dust. It Is A True Image Of The Anglo-saxon Mind, Or At Least An Echo Of That Consciousness Which Considered Transcience And Loss To Be Part Of The Human Estate; It Was A World In Which Life Was Uncertain And The Principal Diety Was Fate Or Destiny Or "wyrd."

There Are Two Types Of People, You See. One Type Keep Their Heads Straight, And Look Around As They Walk. The Others Look Up - At The Tops Of Houses, At The Eaves And The Lintels And The Roofs, Which Can Tell You When They Were Built - And I've Always Done That.

I Had To Paraphrase The Paraphrase.