The Falklands Thing Was A Fight Between

One Literature Differs From Another, Either Before Or After It, Not So Much Because Of The Text As For The Manner In Which It Is Read.

We Forget That We Are All Dead Men Conversing With Dead Men.

Loneliness Does Not Worry Me; Life Is Difficult Enough, Putting Up With Yourself And With Your Own Habits.

Fame Is A Form, Perhaps The Worst Form, Of Incomprehension.

We Are Our Memory, We Are That Chimerical Museum Of Shifting Shapes, That Pile Of Broken Mirrors.