For A Long Time I Thought I

...his Face Bore An Expression That Mingled Haughty Disdain With A Tender, Ardent Sympathy, As If He Would Love All Things If Only His Nature Could Let Him Forget Their Defects.

And Think What Worrying Does: Has Anyone Ever Added A Single Hour To The Length Of His Life By Worrying About It?

One Curious Thing About Growing Up Is That You Don't Only Move Forward In Time; You Move Backwards As Well, As Pieces Of Your Parents' And Grandparents' Lives Come To You.

Gradually, At Various Points In Our Childhoods, We Discover Different Forms Of Conviction. There's The Rock-hard Certainty Of Personal Experience ("i Put My Finger In The Fire And It Hurt,"), Which Is Probably The Earliest Kind We Learn. Then There's The Logically Convincing, Which We Probably Come To First Through Maths, In The Context Of Pythagoras's Theorem Or Something Similar, And Which, If We First Encounter It At Exactly The Right Moment, Bursts On Our Minds Like Sunrise With The Whole Universe Playing A Great Chord Of C Major.

I Had Passed Through The Entire British Education System Studying Literature, Culminating In Three Years Of Reading English At Oxford, And They'd Never Told Me About Something As Basic As The Importance Of Point Of View In Fiction!