How Can The Unknown Merit Reverence?

I Can't Really Articulate What I Feel.

Don't Forget The Earth's About Five Thousand Million Years Old, At Least. Who Can Afford To Live In The Past?

Beckett Had An Unerring Light On Things, Which I Much Appreciated.

A Writer's Life Is A Highly Vulnerable, Almost Naked Activity. We Don't Have To Weep About That. The Writer Makes His Choice And Is Stuck With It. But It Is True To Say That You Are Open To All The Winds, Some Of Them Icy Indeed. You Are Out On Your Own, Out On A Limb. You Find No Shelter, No Protection - Unless You Lie - In Which Case Of Course You Have Constructed Your Own Protection And, It Could Be Argued, Become A Politician.

In Cuba I Have Always Understood Harsh Treatment Of Dissenting Voices As Stemming From A "siege Situation" Imposed Upon It From Outside. And I Believe That To A Certain Extent That Is True.