I'm Not A Great Believer In Awards-of

The Bomb Lives Only As It Is Falling.

Any Such Inklings Were Like A Few Scattered Grains Of Truth Dissolved In An Ocean Of Nonsense, And Were Anyway Generally Inextricably Bound Up With Patently Paranoid Ravings Which Served Only To Devalue The Small Amounts Of Sense And Pertinence With Which They Were Associated.

Torture Is Such A Slippery Slope; As Soon As You Allow A Society Or Any Legal System To Do That, Almost Instantly You Get A Situation Where People Are Being Tortured For Very Trivial Reasons.

All You Ever Were Was A Little Bit Of The Universe, Thinking To Itself. Very Specific; This Bit, Here, Right Now. All The Rest Was Fantasy.

In Theory, I Work An Eight-hour Day And A Five-day Week Which Means I Can Socialise With My Pals Who Mostly Have Normal Jobs Like Teaching And Computer Programming.