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No Man Leaves Where He Is And Seeks A Distant Place Unless He Is In Some Respect A Failure.

I Was Once Asked If I'd Like To Meet The President Of A Certain Country. I Said, "no, But I'd Love To Meet Some Sheepherders." The Sheepherders, Farmers And Taxi Drivers Are Often The Most Interesting People.

In A Small Polish Farm Community, During The Fall Planting Season Of 1981, Events Occurred Which Electrified The World, Sending Reverberations Of Magnitude To Capitals As Diverse As Washington, Peking And Especially Moscow.

I Write At Eighty-five For The Same Reasons That Impelled Me To Write At Forty-five; I Was Born With A Passionate Desire To Communicate, To Organize Experience, To Tell Tales That Dramatize The Adventures Which Readers Might Have Had. I Have Been That Ancient Man Who Sat By The Campfire At Night And Regaled The Hunters With Imaginative Recitations About Their Prowess. The Job Of An Apple Tree Is To Bear Apples. The Job Of A Storyteller Is To Tell Stories, And I Have Concentrated On That Obligation.

. . . Luddites Were Those Frenzied Traditionalists Of The Early 19th Century Who Toured [england] Wrecking New Weaving Machines On The Theory That If They Were Destroyed . . . Old Jobs And Old Ways Of Life Could Be Preserved . . . At Certain Times In His Life Each Man Is Tempted To Become A Luddite, For There Is Always Something He Would Like To Go Back To. But To Be Against All Change-against Change In The Abstract-is Folly.