The Writer Is One Who, Emnbarking Upon

We Are What We Have Been Told About Ourselves. We Are The Sum Of The Messages We Have Received. The True Messages. The False Messages.

Faint Equivalents Can Sometimes Be Found ... . Or It Can Be Rendered Obliquely-an Adolescent's Mental Image Of His Or Her Parents Making Love, Which Must Be Something On The Order Of Crocodiles Mating.

Best Not To Anticipate Too Much ... It Jiggles The Possibilities.

Endings Are Elusive, Middles Are Nowhere To Be Found, But Worst Of All Is To Begin, To Begin, To Begin.

Well Chaps First I'd Like To Say A Few Vile Things More Or Less At Random, Not Only Because It Is Expected Of Me But Also Because I Enjoy It.