It's My Mission To Tell

Sick Of Being A Prisoner Of My Childhood, I Want To Put It Behind Me.

Here Was My First Lesson On The Resolutely Maintained Untidiness And Ill-health Of The English Upper Orders. In Baggy Evening Dress And Old Before Their Time, They Displayed Gapped And Tangled Teeth In Loosely Open Mouths. Gently Shedding Dandruff, They Lurched Across The Lawn. When They Stood At The Bar They Looked Like Lee Trevino Putting.

Spending All My Remaining Money On A Ticket To Florence Was Rendered Needlessly Complicated By The Fact That None Of The Ticket-sellers Had Ever Heard Of The Place. At Last Their Supervisor Showed Up And Set Them Straight By Informing Them That The City They Had Always Referred To As 'firenze' Was In Reality Called Florence.

I Was Wrong, However, To Suppose That Sellers Thought The World Revolved Around Him. He Thought The Cosmos Did Too, And History, And The Fates... Like Every Egomaniac, He Behaved As If Everybody Else Spent Their Day Being As Interested In Him As He Was.

I've Only Got A Fraction Of The Energy I Once Had, But I Think I Probably Use It Better.