But I Have Felt That To Be

I Suppose It Is A Gift, Being Young, But It Isn't Special. We've All Got It, Early In Life.

There Are Two Ways Of Doing Battle Against Disgrace. You May Live It Down; Or You May Run Away From It And Hide. The First Method Is Heart-breaking, But Sure. The Second Cannot Be Relied Upon Because Of The Uncomfortable Way Disgrace Has Of Turning Up At Your Heels.

Funny, Isn't It, How Your Whole Life Goes By While You Think You're Only Planning The Way You're Going To Live It?

Now Gae Your Wa'stho'anes As Gude As Ever Happit Flesh And Blude, Yet Part We Maunthe Case Sae Hard Is, Amang The Writers And The Bardies That Lang They'll Brook The Auld I Trow, Or Neibours Cry,'weel Brook The New'.

I Sat Staring Up At A Shelf In My Workroom From Which Thirty-one Books Identically Dressed In Neat Dark Green Leather Stared Back At Me With A Sort Of Cold Hostility Like Children Who Resent Their Parents. Don't Stare At Us Like That! They Said. Don't Blame Us If We Didn't Turn Out To Be The Perfection You Expected. We Didn't Ask To Be Brought Into The World.