There's No Tiling Moral About Beauty.

Certainly The People Who Are Close To Me Are Happier. They Feel Freer.

You Can't Be Afraid To Do Good In Case Evil Results.

The Solitude Of Writing Is Also Quite Frightening. It's Quite Close To Madness, One Just Disappears For A Day And Loses Touch.

If You Live In Europe . . . Things Change . . . But Continuity Never Seems To Break. You Don't Have To Throw The Past Away.

Exile As A Mode Of Genius No Longer Exists; In Place Of Joyce We Have The Fragments Of Work Appearing In Index On Censorship.