The Germans Are A Cruel Race. Their

Artists Don't Create Society, They Reflect It

Sympathy For Victims Is Always Counter-balanced By An Equal And Opposite Feeling Of Resentment Towards Them.

Any Closer Would Unravel Her Mystery, The Very Thing Which Made Her So Truly Beautiful...it Was Her Mystery That He Adored. He Was In Love With Everything That He Did Not Know About Her... No Real Sexual Encounter Could Ever Match The Secret One That He Could Nurture In His Imagination... No Living Flesh Could Ever Be The Erotic Equal Of Flesh Kept Private, Untouchable And Unknowable

My Advice To Anyone Adapting A Novel Is That Once They've Read It And Learnt To Understand It, Then They Must Throw It Away And Never Look At It Again!

I Try Hard Not To Preach, But I Get Carried Away, Which Is A Mistake, But It's A Risk Worth Running.