The Days Weren't Long Enough For The

History Is A Commentary On The Various And Continuing Incapabilities Of Men. What Is History? History Is Women Following Behind With The Bucket.

What I'm Above All Primarily Concerned With Is The Substance Of Life, The Pith Of Reality. If I Had To Sum Up My Work, I Suppose That's It Really: I'm Taking The Pith Out Of Reality.

The Nearest My Parents Came To Alcohol Was At Holy Communion And They Utterly Overestimated Its Effects. However Bad The Weather, Dad Never Drove To Church Because Mam Thought The Sacrament Might Make Him Incapable On The Return Journey.

But Then Books, As I'm Sure You Know, Seldom Prompt A Course Of Action. Books Generally Just Confirm You In What You Have, Perhaps Unwittingly, Decided To Do Already. You Go To A Book To Have Your Convictions Corroborated. A Book, As It Were, Closes The Book.

A Bookshelf Is As Particular To Its Owner As Are His Or Her Clothes; A Personality Is Stamped On A Library Just As A Shoe Is Shaped By The Foot.