Now Naturally, Like Many Of Us, I

He Chose A Certain Path In Life, It Proved To Be A Misguided One, But There, He Chose It, He Can Say That At Least. As For Myself, I Cannot Even Claim That. You See, I Trusted. I Trusted In His Lorship's Wisdom. All Those Years I Served Him, I Trusted I Was Doing Something Worthwhile. I Can't Even Say I Made My Own Mistakes. Really - One Has To Ask Oneself - What Dignity Is There In That?

I Want My Words To Survive Translation.

After All, When We Were Children, When Things Went Wrong, There Wasn’t Much We Could Do To Help Put It Right. But Now We’re Adults, Now We Can. That’s The Thing, You See? Look At Us, Akira. After All This Time, We Can Finally Put Things Right. Remember, Old Chap, How We Used To Play Those Games? Over And Over? How We Used To Pretend We Were Detectives Searching For My Father? Now We’re Grown, We Can At Last Put Things Right.

I Realised, Of Course, That Other People Used These Roads; But That Night, It Seemed To Me These Dark Byways Of The Country Existed Just For The Likes Of Us, While The Big Glittering Motorways With Their Huge Signs And Super Cafes Were For Everyone Else.

I'm Interested In Memory Because It's A Filter Through Which We See Our Lives, And Because It's Foggy And Obscure, The Opportunities For Self-deception Are There. In The End, As A Writer, I'm More Interested In What People Tell Themselves Happened Rather Than What Actually Happened.