I Live At Home And, If I

There Is Something Infinitely Dingy About The Word Workshop. Pray That England Doesn't Become A Nation Of Workshopkeepers.

I'd Never Have Written The Big Books In London.

It's A Good Idea To Wait A Few Months Before Joining Anything When You Arrive At A Village. A Bookseller Friend Who Retired To Nearby Oxfordshire, And Was Worried He Might Be Bored, Got Himself On To Every Village Committee In The First Six Months, And Spent The Next Ten Years Extricating Himself.

I'm Not Wild About Holidays. They Always Seem A Ludicrously Expensive Way Of Proving There's No Place Like Home.

People Always Assume That Bachelors Are Single By Choice And Spinsters Because Nobody Asked Them. It Never Enters Their Heads That Poor Bachelors Might Have Worn The Knees Of Their Trousers Out Proposing To Girls Who Rejected Them Or That A Girl Might Deliberately Stay Unmarried.