Indeed — Why Should I Not Admit

I Had Been Plunged Into A Different World. I Found Myself Spending Half My Time Answering Weird Questions On Book Tours In The Midwest. People Would Stand Up And Explain To Me The Situation In Their Office And Ask Me Whether They Should Resign Or Not.

I Realised, Of Course, That Other People Used These Roads; But That Night, It Seemed To Me These Dark Byways Of The Country Existed Just For The Likes Of Us, While The Big Glittering Motorways With Their Huge Signs And Super Cafes Were For Everyone Else.

I Took One Glance At Her In That Hospital Bed Under The Dull Light And Recognised The Look On Her Face, Which I'd Seen On Donors Often Enough Before. It Was Like She Was Willing Her Eyes To See Right Inside Herself, So She Could Patrol And Marshal All The Better The Separate Areas Of Pain In Her Body.

People Aren't Quite Sure What It Means When A Book Is A Booker Prize Winner. They're Not Quite Sure What Is Being Recommended, What Literary Values It Stands For, Because Every Year It Stands For Something Different.

As I Say, I Have Never In All These Years Thought Of The Matter In Quite This Way; But Then It Is Perhaps In The Nature Of Coming Away On A Trip Such As This That One Is Prompted Towards Such Surprising New Perspectives On Topics One Imagined One Had Long Ago Thought Throughly.