You Learn, Just As You

I Grew Up In Kind Of The Last Generation Of Canadians Who Thought Things That Were Happening In Britain Were More Important, Almost, Than What Was Happening In Canada. And My Mother Was Fervently Of That Opinion.

I Am Not Really Retired, And May Never Be Completely, But I Can't Think Of A Better Place To Contemplate Retirement Than New York City.

Yes, After Some Time Spent Last Year On Other Commitments, Most Of Them Speaking Engagements, I Am Now About Halfway Through A Novel That I Hope Will Come Out In 1998.

I Never Wanted To Be A Pundit.

From My Mother Came The Idea That Going Down To The Sea Repaired The Spirit. That Is Where She Walked When She Was Sad Or Worried Or Lonely For My Father. If She Had Been Crying, She Came Back Composed; If She Had Left Angry With Us, She Returned In Good Humor. So We Naturally Believed That There Was A Cleansing, Purifying Effect To Be Had; That Letting The Fresh Wind Blow Through You Mind And Spirits As Well As Your Hair And Clothing Purged Black Thoughts; That Contemplating The Ceaseless Motion Of The Waves Calmed A Raging Spirit.