I Can Imagine Few Worse

Americans Admire Success. Englishmen Admire Heroic Failure

When The Irish Novelist John Mcgahern Was A Child, His Sisters Unlaced And Removed One Of His Shoes While He Was Reading. He Did Not Stir. They Placed A Straw Hat On His Head. No Response. Only When They Took Away The Wooden Chair On Which He Was Sitting Did He, As He Puts It, 'wake Out Of The Book'.

When I Write After Dark", Observed Cyril Connolly, "the Shades Of Evening Scatter Their Purple Through My Prose

The Action Most Worth Watching Is Not At The Center Of Things, But Where Edges Meet.

I Can Imagine Few Worse Fates Than Walking Around For The Rest Of One's Life Wearing A Typo.