After All, What Can We

The English Landscape At Its Finest - Such As I Saw This Morning - Possesses A Quality That The Landscapes Of Other Nations, However More Superficially Dramatic, Inevitably Fail To Possess. It Is, I Believe, A Quality That Will Mark Out The English Landscape To Any Objective Observer As The Most Deeply Satisfying In The World, And This Quality Is Probably Best Summed Up By The Term 'greatness.'

As A Writer, I'm More Interested In What People Tell Themselves Happened Rather Than What Actually Happened.

One Need Hardly Dwell On The Catastrophic Possibility Of Uttering A Bantering Remark Only To Discover It Wholly Inappropriate

The Problem, As I See It, Is That You've Been Told And Not Told. You've Been Told, But None Of You Really Understand, And I Dare Say, Some People Are Quite Happy To Leave It That Way.

Now Naturally, Like Many Of Us, I Have A Reluctance To Change Too Much Of The Old Ways.