My Life Is Short. I Can't Listen

The Europeans Wanted Gold And Slaves, Like Everybody Else; But At The Same Time They Wanted Statues Put Up To Themselves As People Who Had Done Good Things For The Slaves.

After All, We Make Ourselves According To The Ideas We Have Of Our Possibilities.

I Came To London. It Had Become The Center Of My World And I Had Worked Hard To Come To It. And I Was Lost.

In Our Island Myth This Was The Prescribed End Of Marriages Like Mine: The Wife Goes Off With Someone From The Cercle Sportif, Outside Whose Gates At Night The Willingly Betrayed Husband Waits In His Motorcar. The Circumstances Were Slightly.

Nothing Was Made In Trinidad.