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When... I Told My Father I Wanted To Be A Writer, He Had Asked Me To Consider My Unfortunate Wife, Who Would Have Me About The House All Day 'wearing A Dressing Gown, Brewing Tea And Stumped For Words'.

Loyalty To The School To Which Your Parents Pay To Send You Seemed To Me Like Feeling Loyalty To Selfridges.

The Shelf Life Of The Modern Hardback Writer Is Somewhere Between The Milk And The Yoghurt.

A War Against Terrorism Is An Impracticable Conception If It Means Fighting Terrorism With Terrorism.

All The Flower Children Were As Alike As A Congress Of Accountants And About As Interesting.