A Short Piece Of Work

I Was Brought Up In The War. I Was An Adolescent In The Second World War. And I Did Witness In London A Great Deal Of The Blitz.

Referees Are The Law. They Have A Whistle. They Blow It. And That Whistle Is The Articulation Of God's Justice.

Isn't It True That Every Aristocrat Wants To Die?

I Don't Write With Any Audience In Mind. I Just Write. I Take A Chance On The Audience. That's What I Did Originally, And I Think It's Worked--in The Sense That I Find There Is An Audience.

How Can The Unknown Merit Reverence?