I Want My Words To Survive Translation.

What Is The Point Of Worrying Oneself Too Much About What One Could Or Could Not Have Done To Control The Course One's Life Took? Surely It Is Enough That The Likes Of You And I At Least Try To Make Our Small Contribution Count For Something True And Worthy. And If Some Of Us Are Prepared To Sacrifice Much In Life In Order To Pursue Such Aspirations, Surely That In Itself, Whatever The Outcome, Cause For Pride And Contentment.

The English Landscape At Its Finest - Such As I Saw This Morning - Possesses A Quality That The Landscapes Of Other Nations, However More Superficially Dramatic, Inevitably Fail To Possess. It Is, I Believe, A Quality That Will Mark Out The English Landscape To Any Objective Observer As The Most Deeply Satisfying In The World, And This Quality Is Probably Best Summed Up By The Term 'greatness.'

The Problem, As I See It, Is That You've Been Told And Not Told. You've Been Told, But None Of You Really Understand, And I Dare Say, Some People Are Quite Happy To Leave It That Way.

Its Was One Of Those Events Which At A Crucial Stage In One's Development Arrive To Challenge And Stretch One To The Limit Of One's Ability And Beyond, So That Thereafter One Has A New Standard By Which To Judge Oneself.

But Then, I Suppose, When With The Benefit Of Hindsight One Begins To Search One's Past For Such 'turning Points', One Is Apt To Start Seeing Them Everywhere.