I Never Was Someone Who Was At

I Have A Reverence For Medicine Because I Hero-worshiped My Father [a Former Doctor], And Because I Admire Doctors, I Admire Study, Empiricism And Rational Thought. I Don't Study, Empiricize Or Think Rationally Myself - But I Admire It In Others.

I Never Went To Drama School, I Don't Have Any Certificates Saying: 'he's A Qualified Actor.' But I Did Think That House Was Something I Didn't Have To Apologise For. It Was Something I Was Really Proud Of And It Was Sort Of ... Whether You Liked It Or Not, It Was Undeniable.

I Was Shown Into A Room. A Red Room. Red Wallpaper, Red Curtains, Red Carpet. They Said It Was A Sitting-room, But I Don’t Know Why They’d Decided To Confine Its Purpose Just To Sitting. Obviously, Sitting Was One Of The Things You Could Do In A Room This Size; But You Could Also Stage Operas, Hold Cycling Races, And Have An Absolutely Cracking Game Of Frisbee, All At The Same Time, Without Having To Move Any Of The Furniture. It Could Rain In A Room This Big.

It Was The Sheer Variety Of The Pain That Stopped Me From Crying Out. It Came From So Many Places, Spoke So Many Languages, Wore So Many Dazzling Varieties Of Ethnic Costume, That For A Full Fifteen Seconds I Could Only Hang My Jaw In Amazement.

Believe It Or Not, Perhaps I Don't Show It Much, Or Well, But I Think I Like People.