The Press May Hate Me, And I

Father Died Last Year. I Don't Subscribe To The Theory By Which We Only Become Truly Adult When Our Parents Die; We Never Become Truly Adult.

When We Think About The Present, We Veer Wildly Between The Belief In Chance And The Evidence In Favour Of Determinism. When We Think About The Past, However, It Seems Obvious That Everything Happened In The Way That It Was Intended.

Depressive Lucidity, Usually Described As A Radical Withdrawal From Ordinary Human Concerns, Generally Manifests Itself By A Profound Indifference To Things Which Are Genuinely Of Minor Interest. Thus It Is Possible To Imagine A Depressed Lover, While The Idea Of A Depressed Patriot Seems Frankly Inconceivable.

In Reality, The Monotheist Texts Preach Neither Peace, Love Nor Tolerance. They Are Texts Of Hate.

I Prefer Reading To Writing. Reading Changes Your World View. Writing Changes Absolutely Nothing. Except, Of Course, When It Makes You Rich.