London, How Could One Ever Be Tired

Some Of What We Read In Classical Literature Is Not Relative To Our Condition, But Then Many Women Novelists And Poets Have Turned It Upside Down And Told The Stories From The Other Point Of View.

England's Not A Bad Country? It's Just A Mean, Cold, Ugly, Divided, Tired, Clapped-out, Post-imperial, Post- Industrial Slag-heap Covered In Polystyrene Hamburger Cartons. 286

Because If One Has An Image, However Dim And Romantic, Of A Journey's End, One May, In The End, Surely Reach It, After No Matter How Many Detours And Deceptions And Abandonings Of Hope. And Hope Could Never Have Been Entirely Abandoned, Even In The Worst Days.

Scenery Can Be A Violent Stimulant.

I Confidently Predict The Collapse Of Capitalism And The Beginning Of History. Something Will Go Wrong In The Machinery That Converts Money Into Money, The Banking System Will Collapse Totally, And We Will Be Left Having To Barter To Stay Alive. Those Who Can Dig In Their Garden Will Have A Better Chance Than The Rest. I'll Be All Right; I've Got A Few Veg.