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The Arms Race Is A Race Between Nuclear Weapons And Ourselves.

The Satirist Isn't Just Looking At Things Ironically But Militantly - He Wants To Change Them, And Intends To Have An Effect On The World.

Language Leads A Double Life - And So Does The Novelist. You Chat With Family And Friends, You Attend To Your Correspondence, You Consult Menus And Shopping Lists, You Observe Road Signs, And So On. Then You Enter Your Study, Where Language Exists In Quite Another Form - As The Stuff Of Patterned Artifice.

Fiction Is The Only Way To Redeem The Formlessness Of Life

Novelists Don't Age As Quickly As Philosophers, Who Often Face Professional Senility In Their Late Twenties.