My Grief Is That The Publishing World,

I Had No Student Friends To Talk To About Literature. My Tutor Was A Really Nice Man, Very Charming - But He Had No Literary Judgment.

All The Details Of The Life And The Quirks And The Friendships Can Be Laid Out For Us, But The Mystery Of The Writing Will Remain. No Amount Of Documentation, However Fascinating, Can Take Us There.

The World Is What It Is; Men Who Are Nothing, Who Allow Themselves To Become Nothing, Have No Place In It.

In Our Island Myth This Was The Prescribed End Of Marriages Like Mine: The Wife Goes Off With Someone From The Cercle Sportif, Outside Whose Gates At Night The Willingly Betrayed Husband Waits In His Motorcar. The Circumstances Were Slightly.

You Need Someone To See What You've Done, To Read It And To Understand It And To Appreciate What's Gone Into It.