I Have Failed At Many Things, But

Perhaps The Best Definition Of Progress Would Be The Continuing Efforts Of Men And Women To Narrow The Gap Between The Convenience Of The Powers That Be And The Unwritten Charter.

The Caged Eagle Become A Metaphor For All Forms Of Isolation, The Ultimate In Imprisonment. A Zoo Is Prison.

Where Do Whites Fit In The New Africa? Nowhere, I'm Inclined To Sayand I Do Believe That It Is True That Even The Gentlest And Most Westernised Africans Would Like The Emotional Idea Of The Continent Entirely Without The Complication Of The Presence Of The White Man For A Generation Or Two. But Nowhere, As An Answer For Us Whites, Is In The Same Category As Remarks Like What's The Use Of Living? In The Face Of The Threat Of Atomic Radiation. We Are Living; We Are In Africa.

Certainly The People Who Are Close To Me Are Happier. They Feel Freer.

It Was A Miracle; It Was All A Miracle: And One Ought To Have Known, From The Sufferings Of Saints, That Miracles Are Horror.