There's Still A Part Of Me That

He Chose A Certain Path In Life, It Proved To Be A Misguided One, But There, He Chose It, He Can Say That At Least. As For Myself, I Cannot Even Claim That. You See, I Trusted. I Trusted In His Lorship's Wisdom. All Those Years I Served Him, I Trusted I Was Doing Something Worthwhile. I Can't Even Say I Made My Own Mistakes. Really - One Has To Ask Oneself - What Dignity Is There In That?

Perhaps It Is Indeed Time I Began To Look At This Whole Matter Of Bantering More Enthusiastically. After All, When One Thinks About It, It Is Not Such A Foolish Thing To Indulge In - Particularly If It Is The Case That In Bantering Lies The Key To Human Warmth.

You Have To Accept That Sometimes That's How Things Happen In This World. People's Opinions, Their Feelings, They Go One Way, Then The Other. It Just So Happens You Grew Up At A Certain Point In This Process.

Memory Is Quite Central For Me. Part Of It Is That I Like The Actual Texture Of Writing Through Memory.

Every Country Should Have A Strong Literary Tradition Of Its Own At The Center, But It Should Also Have An Interest In Other Countries.