When I Vacate This Sack Of Old

I Have Never Had Too Much Trouble For Creative Ideas To Spring Up In My Mind.

My First Novel Was Rejected By Some Of The Most Eminent Publishers In The World. Starting Again Was A Real Wrench.

I Wanted To Be A Great White Hunter, A Prospector For Gold, Or A Slave Trader. But Then, When I Was Eight, My Parents Sent Me To A Boarding School In South Africa. It Was The Equivalent Of A British Public School With Cold Showers, Beatings And Rotten Food. But What It Also Had Was A Library Full Of Books.

When I Vacate This Sack Of Old Bones I Won't Care What You Do With It. Bury Or Burn It But Don't Make Much Fuss.

You Don't Turn Out As Many Books As I Did Then By Sitting Around, Being Cozy With The Family.