Wherever I Travel I'm Too Late. The

Wherever I Travel I'm Too Late. The Orgy Has Moved Elsewhere.

In, 1950, At The Age, 19 I Dropped Out Of St. George William College In Montreal, As It Then Was, And Sailed For England On The Franconia. Foolishly, No Arrogantly, Believing I Could Put Canada And Its Picayune Problems Behind Me, Never Dreaming It Would Become The Raw Material Of Most Of My Fiction And Non-fiction. Or That I Would Care So Deeply About Its Surviving Intact.

Thousands Of Miles Of Wheat, Indifference, And Self- Apology.

If You Don't Count Some Of Jehovah's Injunctions, There Are No Humorists In The Bible.

I Obviously Prefer Writing Novels But I Take My Journalism Very Seriously, And I Enjoy Doing It Between Novels. It Gives Me An Opportunity To Move In The Outside World.