Even If They Knew The Truth Of

We Who Were Born Were Not Witnesses To Our Birth: Like Death, It Is Something We Are Forever After Trying To Catch Sight Of.

A Neighbor Is Something That Belongs To The Stable World Of Home Life, The Thing That Lives Next Door To You.

If Love Is What Is Held To Make Us Immortal, Hatred Is The Reverse.

Society In The English Countryside Is Still Strangely, Quaintly Divided. If Black Comedy And A Certain Type Of Social Commentary Are What You Want, I Think English Rural Communities Offer Quite A Lot Of Material.

Christianity Has Kept Itself Going For Centuries On Hope Alone, And Has Perpetrated All Manner Of Naughtiness In The Meantime.