I Know There Isn't No Beast—not With

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

Sleep Is When All The Unsorted Stuff Comes Flying Out As From A Dustbin Upset In A High Wind.

For A Small Island, The Place Is Remarkably Diverse. Writers Tend To See Things From Their Own Points Of View, Looking In One Direction Very Much.

Marx, Darwin And Freud Are The Three Most Crashing Bores Of The Western World. Simplistic Popularization Of Their Ideas Has Thrust Our World Into A Mental Straitjacket From Which We Can Only Escape By The Most Anarchic Violence.

One's Intelligence May March About And About A Problem, But The Solution Does Not Come Gradually Into View. One Moment It Is Not. The Next It Is There.