A Ruling Passion Gives To A Shelf

He Was Like A Child With Haemophilia: Every Contact Drew Blood.

One Gets Started, And Then, Suddenly, One Cannot Remember What Toothpaste They Use . . . The Moment Comes When A Character Does Or Says Something You Hadn't Thought About. At That Moment He's Alive And You Leave It To Him.

And When We Love Our Sin Then We Are Damned Indeed.

You Cannot Control What You Love--you Watch It Driving Recklessly Towards The Broken Bridge, The Torn-up Track, The Horror Of Seventy Years Ahead.

Happiness Is Never Really So Welcome As Changelessness.