Maybe There Is A Beast… Maybe It's

Before The Second World War I Believed In The Perfectibility Of Social Man; That A Correct Structure Of Society Would Produce Goodwill; And That Therefore You Could Remove All Social Ills By A Reorganisation Of Society. .... But After The War I Did Not Because I Was Unable To. I Had Discovered What One Man Could Do To Another... I Must Say That Anyone Who Moved Through Those Years Without Understanding That Man Produces Evil As A Bee Produces Honey, Must Have Been Blind Or Wrong In The Head...

In India The Odd Thing Is That English Is This Almost Artificial Language Floating On The Surface Of A Place With About Fifty Other Languages. The Same Is True Of Nigeria But Even More So.

How Would I Myself Live In This Proposed Society? How Long Would It Be Before I Went Stark Staring Mad?

I Really Feel The Novel Has Certain Conveniences About It And Has Something So Fundamental About It You Could Almost Say That As Long As There Is Paper, There Is Going To Be The Novel.

I Will Tell You What Man Is. He Is A Freak, An Ejected Foetus Robbed Of His Natural Development, Thrown Out Into The World With A Naked Covering Of Parchment, With Too Little Room For His Teeth And A Soft Bulging Skull Like A Bubble. But Nature Stirs A Pudding There.