We All Act As Hinges-fortuitous Links Between

I Can Walk About London And See A Society That Seems An Absolutely Revolutionary Change From The 1950s, That Seems Completely And Utterly Different, And Then I Can Pick Up On Something Where You Suddenly See That It's Not.

But Who Knows Their Own Child? You Know Bits - Certain Predictable Reactions, A Handful Of Familiar Qualities. The Rest Is Impenetrable. And Quite Right Too. You Give Birth To Them. You Do Not Design Them.

Wars Are Fought By Children. Conceived By Their Mad Demonic Elders, And Fought By Boys.

Mythology Is Much Better Stuff Than History. It Has Form; Logic; A Message.

You Learn A Lot, Writing Fiction.