But Everything Of Value About Me Is

His Ignorance Seemed To Widen With Everything He Read.

I Grew Up In A Small Place And Left It When I Was Quite Young And Entered The Bigger World.

Whatever Extra There Is In Me At Any Given Moment Isn't Fully Formed. I Am Hardly Aware Of It; It Awaits The Next Book. It Will - With Luck - Come To Me During The Actual Writing, And It Will Take Me By Surprise

I Profoundly Feel That People Are Letting You Down All The Time.

What Was Past Was Past. I Suppose That Was The General Attitude.