One Need Hardly Dwell On The Catastrophic

I Keep Thinking About This River Somewhere, With The Water Moving Really Fast. And These Two People In The Water, Trying To Hold Onto Each Other, Holding On As Hard As They Can, But In The End It's Just Too Much. The Current's Too Strong. They've Got To Let Go, Drift Apart. That's How It Is With Us. It's A Shame, Kath, Because We've Loved Each Other All Our Lives. But In The End, We Can't Stay Together Forever.

I Cannot Start A Story Or Chapter Without Knowing How It Ends. ... Of Course, It Rarely Ends That Way.

Maybe All Of Us At Hailsam Had Little Secrets Like That -- Little Private Nooks Created Out Of Thin Air Where We Could Go Off Alone Without Fears And Longing.

People Aren't Quite Sure What It Means When A Book Is A Booker Prize Winner. They're Not Quite Sure What Is Being Recommended, What Literary Values It Stands For, Because Every Year It Stands For Something Different.

As I Say, I Have Never In All These Years Thought Of The Matter In Quite This Way; But Then It Is Perhaps In The Nature Of Coming Away On A Trip Such As This That One Is Prompted Towards Such Surprising New Perspectives On Topics One Imagined One Had Long Ago Thought Throughly.