There Was Surely Nothing To

Our Family Arrived In England In 1960. At That Time I Thought The War Was Ancient History. But If I Think Of 15 Years Ago From Now, Thats 1990, And That Seems Like Yesterday To Me.

Now When I Look Back To The Guildford Of That Time It Seems Far More Exotic To Me Than Nagasaki.

There Comes A Point When You Can More Or Less Count The Number Of Books You're Going To Write Before You Die.

Everything Might Scatter. You Might Be Right. I Suppose It's Something We Can't Easily Get Away From. People Need To Feel They Belong. To A Nation, To A Race. Otherwise, Who Knows What Might Happen? This Civilisation Of Ours, Perhaps It'll Just Collapse. And Everything Scatter, As You Put It.

If You Are Under The Impression You Have Already Perfected Yourself, You Will Never Rise To The Heights You Are No Doubt Capable Of.