I Detest Self-regard. If My

I Don't Find Myself Interesting As A Person And The Details I Find Boring, Quite Frankly. You Could Sum It Up In A Few Words Or Sentences Really: Came From Nothing. Self-educated. Luck. Energy. Curiosity. Ambition. That's It. Nothing At All Can Illuminate The Work As Far As I Can Tell.

So Do We Discover, In The World, That Our Worst Fears Are Unfulfilled; Yet We Must Fear, In Order That We May Feel Delight.

Sometimes The Silences, The Gaps, Tell Us More Than Anything Else.

There Is A Word In Old English Which Belongs Wholly To That Civilization - "dustsceawung," Meaning Contemplation Of Dust. It Is A True Image Of The Anglo-saxon Mind, Or At Least An Echo Of That Consciousness Which Considered Transcience And Loss To Be Part Of The Human Estate; It Was A World In Which Life Was Uncertain And The Principal Diety Was Fate Or Destiny Or "wyrd."

The English Have Always Been Greedy For News Of Times Past, With That Mixture Of Fatalism And Melancholy Which Is Part Of The National Character.