I Shall Try To Write

I Deeply Adored My Mum. She Was An Extraordinary Person, Even For The Prejudice I'm Likely To Have. She Was Beautiful, Amusing, A Tremendous Elaborator Of Things Into Comic Proportions And Extravagant In Her Imagination.

In A Fragile Environment, We Need To Be Aware Of Ourselves As Members Of A Uniquely Powerful Species Living Among Other Species Who Are Quite As Interesting As We Are But Vulnerable To Us Because We Are Cleverer In More Destructive Ways.

Like A Lot Of People, For A Long Time I Thought That The Road To Hell Is Paved With Bad Sequels.

Jenni Fagan Is The Real Thing, And The Panopticon Is A Real Treat: Maturely Alive To The Pains Of Maturing, And Cleverly Amused As Well As Appalled By What It Finds In The World.

But Wordsworth Is The Poet I Admire Above All Others.