The Horror Of Our History Has Purged

Everyone Is Necessarily The Hero Of His Own Life Story.

Is Man A Savage At Heart, Skinned O'er With Fragile Manners? Or Is Savagery But A Faint Taint In The Natural Man's Gentility, Which Erupts Now And Again Like Pimples On An Angel's Arse?

Nobody Knew How To Be What They Were Right.

One Of The Things I Miss About Teaching Is That Students Would Tell Me What I Ought To Read. One Of My Students, Back In The 1960s, Put Me Onto Borges, And I Remember Another Mentioning Flann O'brien's At Swim Two-birds In The Same Way.

It Is Often Pleasant To Stone A Martyr, No Matter How Much We May Admire Him.