I've Never Been A Fast Reader. I'm

I Wrote About World War Ii Because I Didn't Understand It. I Think That's The Reason That Historians Are Drawn To Any Subject - There's Something About It That Doesn't Make Sense. I Wanted To Work My Way Through What Happened Slowly, And Look At Everything In The Order In Which It Took Place.

It's True That I Don't Rearrange That Much In The Fiction, But I Feel If You Change Even One Name Or The Order Of One Event Then You Have To Call It Fiction Or You Get All The Credits Of Non-fiction Without Paying The Price.

There Is No Good Word For Stomach; Just As There Is No Good Word For Girlfriend. Stomach Is To Girlfriend As Belly Is To Lover, And As Abdomen Is To Consort, And As Middle Is To Petite Amie.

I Blush Easily. I Have Difficulty Meeting People's Eye, Difficulty With Public Speaking, The Normal Afflictions Of The Shy, But Not To A Paralysing Degree.

Haven't You Felt A Peculiar Sort Of Worry About The Chair In Your Living Room That No One Sits In?