When I Heard, Humpty Dumpty Sat On

A Letter Is Paradoxically The Most Revealing And The Most Deceptive Of Confessional Revelations. We All Have Our Inconsistencies, Prejudices, Irrationalities Which, Although Strongly Felt At The Time, May Be Transitory. A Letter Captures The Mood Of The Moment. The Transitory Becomes Immutably Fixed, Part Of The Evidence For The Prosecution Or The Defence.

Any Visitor To An Historic Country Town Or City Quickly Becomes Aware In His Or Her Peregrinations That The Most Attractive Houses In The Centre Are Invariably The Offices Of Lawyers.

Not So Much Two Ships Passing In The Night As Two Ships Sailing Together For A Time But Always Bound For Different Ports.

I Find It Extraordinary That A Straightforward If Inelegant Device For Ensuring The Survival Of The Species Should Involve Human Beings In Such Emotional Turmoil. Does Sex Have To Be Taken So Seriously?

Can We Ever Break Free Of The Devices And Desires Of Our Own Hearts? Might Not Our Conscience Be Telling Us What We Most Want To Hear?