The Gap Between The Committed And The

The Function Of A Writer Is To Make Sense Of Life. It Is Such A Mystery, It Changes All The Time, Like The Light.

Well, You Know, In The Fundamentalist Milieu Of The Afrikaners, There Was A Sense That They Were A Chosen People, That They Were Bringing Civilization To The Blacks.

The Creative Act Is Not Pure. History Evidences It. Ideology Demands It. Society Exacts It.

Exile As A Mode Of Genius No Longer Exists; In Place Of Joyce We Have The Fragments Of Work Appearing In Index On Censorship.

Writing Is Making Sense Of Life. You Work Your Whole Life And Perhaps You've Made Sense Of One Small Area.