I Grew Up In Britain Before It

When A Man Induces His Wife To Turn Suspicious Thoughts Against Her Own Father, Then That Is Surely Cause Enough For Resentment.

Perhaps One Day, All These Conflicts Will End, And It Won't Be Because Of Great Statesmen Or Churches Or Organisations Like This One. It'll Be Because People Have Changed. They'll Be Like You, Puffin. More A Mixture. So Why Not Become A Mongrel? It's Healthy.

When You Become A Parent, Or A Teacher, You Turn Into A Manager Of This Whole System. You Become The Person Controlling The Bubble Of Innocence Around A Child, Regulating It.

One Need Hardly Dwell On The Catastrophic Possibility Of Uttering A Bantering Remark Only To Discover It Wholly Inappropriate

All I Know Is That I've Wasted All These Years Looking For Something, A Sort Of Trophy I'd Get Only If I Really, Really Did Enough To Deserve It. But I Don't Want It Anymore, I Want Something Else Now, Something Warm And Sheltering, Something I Can Turn To, Regardless Of What I Do, Regardless Of Who I Become. Something That Will Just Be There, Always, Like Tomorrow's Sky. That's What I Want Now, And I Think It's What You Should Want Too. But It Will Be Too Late Soon. We'll Become Too Set To Change. If We Don't Take Our Chance Now, Another May Never Come For Either Of Us.