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And There Was That Letter From The Bramleys—that Really Made Me Feel Good. You Don’t Find People Like The Bramleys Now; Radio, Television And The Motorcar Have Carried The Outside World Into The Most Isolated Places So That The Simple People You Used To Meet On The Lonely Farms Are Rapidly Becoming Like People Anywhere Else. There Are Still A Few Left, Of Course—old Folk Who Cling To The Ways Of Their Fathers And When I Come Across Any Of Them I Like To Make Some Excuse To Sit Down And Talk With Them And Listen To The Old Yorkshire Words And Expressions Which Have Almost Disappeared.

If Having A Soul Means Being Able To Feel Love And Loyalty And Gratitude, Then Animals Are Better Off Than A Lot Of Humans. I Hope To Make People Realize How Totally Helpless Animals Are, How Dependent On Us, Trusting As A Child Must That We Will Be Kind And Take Care Of Their Needs ...[they] Are An Obligation Put On Us, A Responsibility We Have No Right To Neglect, Nor To Violate By Cruelty.

I Will Write Another Book If I Feel Like It.

It Was Sunday Morning (one A.m.), A Not Unusual Time For Some Farmers, After A Late Saturday Night, To Have A Look Round Their Stock And Decide To Send For The Vet.

They Can't Find My House Now Because I Keep It Very Quiet Where I Live.