A Novel, In The End,

Count Dracula Had Directed Me To Go To The Golden Krone Hotel, Which I Found, To My Great Delight, To Be Thoroughly Old-fashioned, For Of Course I Wanted To See All I Could Of The Ways Of The Country.

However, The Difficulties And Pleasures Of The Writing Itself Are Similar For A Novel With A Historical Setting And A Novel With A Contemporary Setting, As Far As I'm Concerned.

If The Garden Of Eden Really Exists It Does So Moment By Moment, Fragmented And Tough, Cropping Up Like A Fan Of Buddleia High Up In The Gutter Of A Deserted Warehouse, Or In A Heap Of Frozen Cabbages Becoming Luminous In The Reflected Light Of Roadside Snow.

For You Where Never My Blood Sister So No More Shall I Call You Little Sister

When You Are Young You Don't Always Realise How Full Of Doubts Everybody Is.