Don't Bemoan Your Misspent Life Quite Yet.

I Elbowed My Way Into The Grubby Café, Bought A Pie That Tasted Of Shoe Polish And A Pot Of Tea With Cork Crumbs Floating In It, And Eavesdropped On A Pair Of Shetland Pony Breeders. Despondency Makes One Hanker After Lives One Never Led. Why Have You Given Your Life To Books, Tc? Dull, Dull, Dull! The Memoirs Are Bad Enough, But All That Ruddy Fiction! Hero Goes On A Journey, Stranger Comes To Town, Somebody Wants Something, They Get It Or They Don't, Will Is Pitted Against Will. "admire Me, For I Am A Metaphor.

To Fool A Judge, Feign Fascination, But To Bamboozle The Whole Court, Feign Boredom.

How Could I Know A Famished Heart Will Eat Its Mind? Can Kill Its Body?

Who Was Blowing On The Nape Of My Neck?

Why Ask A Question Whose Answer Would Demand Ten More Questions?