His Mind Was Crowded With Memories; Memories

Are We Savages Or What?

It May Be -- I Hope It Is -- Redemption To Guess And Perhaps Perceive That The Universe, The Hell Which We See For All Its Beauty, Vastness, Majesty, Is Only Part Of A Whole Which Is Quite Unimaginable.

You Have The Older Generation Like Iris Murdoch And Angus Wilson Who Are Not As Old As Graham Greene, But Still Are Coming On. I Dare Say Anyone Who Knew The Scene Better Than I Know It Could Fill It In With A Very Satisfactory Supply Of Novels.

I Will Tell You What Man Is. He Is A Freak, An Ejected Foetus Robbed Of His Natural Development, Thrown Out Into The World With A Naked Covering Of Parchment, With Too Little Room For His Teeth And A Soft Bulging Skull Like A Bubble. But Nature Stirs A Pudding There.

As Far As The Novel Is Concerned In My Own Country, I Think It's In A Pretty Healthy State.