Completing A Book, It's A Little Like

Give A Man A Car Of His Own And He Leaves Humility And Common Sense Behind Him In The Garage.

It's Death, That's What I'm Suffering From. The Systematic Encroachment Of The Big D.

There Was Nothing Dishonourable In Not Being Blown About By Every Little Modern Wind. Better To Have Worth, To Entrench, To Be An Oak Of One's Own Generation.

Unfortunately It Is The Weak Who Destroy The Strong.

You Have No Idea How Humiliating It Was, As A Boy, To Suddenly Have All Your Clothes, Your Toys, Snatched By The Bailiff. I Mean We Were A Middle-class Family, It's Not As If It Was Happening Up And Down The Street. It Made Me Ashamed, I Felt Dirty.