London, How Could One Ever

I Used To Be A Reasonably Careless And Adventurous Person Before I Had Children; Now I Am Morbidly Obsessed By Seat-belts And Constantly Afraid That Low-flying Aircraft Will Drop On My Children's School.

England's Not A Bad Country? It's Just A Mean, Cold, Ugly, Divided, Tired, Clapped-out, Post-imperial, Post- Industrial Slag-heap Covered In Polystyrene Hamburger Cartons. 286

Scenery Can Be A Violent Stimulant.

London, How Could One Ever Be Tired Of It?

How Extraordinary People Are, That They Get Themselves Into Such Situations Where They Go On Doing What They Dislike Doing, And Have No Need Or Obligation To Do, Simply Because It Seems To Be Expected.