Love Is The Only Doorway From The

I Made, Over The Years In Cambridge, Several Very Good American Friends, And America Appeared To Me, A Land Of Promise In Every Sense Of That Word, A Land Of Freedom From The Inhibitions And Restrictions That I Felt In England.

Watching Italian Opera, All Those Male Sopranos Screeching, Stupid Fat Couples Rolling Their Eyes About. That's Not Love, It's Just Rubbish.

It Is Very, Very Difficult For A Playwright To Write A Scene In Which A Young Man Has His First Deep Experience Of Sex With A Girl Whom He Found Immensely Attractive, Is Fully Satisfied By This Event And Gets Up And Blinds A Lot Of Horses.

Figaro Is A Bad Play. It Stirs Up Hatred Between The Classes. In France, It Has Caused Nothing But Bitterness. My Own Dear Sister,antoinette, Writes Me That She Is Beginning To Be Frightened Of Her Own People.

Tragedy, For Me, Is Not A Conflict Between Right And Wrong, But Between Two Different Kinds Of Right.