Not For The First Time,

"sassenach." He Had Called Me That From The First; The Gaelic Word For Outlander, A Stranger. An Englishman. First In Jest, Then In Affection.

You'll Lie Wi' Me Now," He Said Quietly. "and I Shall Use Ye As I Must. And If You'll Have Your Revenge For It, Then Take It And Welcome, For My Soul Is Yours, In All The Black Corners Of It.

I Was Crying For Joy, My Sassenach,' He Said Softly. He Reached Out Slowly And Took My Face Between His Hands. "and Thanking God That I Have Two Hands. That I Have Two Hands To Hold You With. To Serve You With, To Love You With. Thanking God That I Am A Whole Man Still, Because Of You.

Really Rather Fascinating, You Know,' He Confided, And I Recognized, With An Internal Sigh, The Song Of The Scholar, As Identifying A Sound As The Terr-whit! Of A Thrush.

I Read All The Time. People Ask, 'do You Read While You Work?' And I Say, 'i Better.' I Take Two Or Three Years To Finish One Of My Enormous Books, And I Can't Go That Long Without Reading.