An Artist's Concern Is To

All You Decent, Well-meaning Gentlemen, Let Me Ask You, Have You Any Idea What Sort Of Place The World Is Becoming All Around You? The Days When You Could Act Out Of Your Noble Instincts Are Over. Except Of Course, You Here In Europe Don't Yet Seem To Know It.

I Do Not Think I Responded Immediately, For It Took Me A Moment Or Two To Fully Digest These Words Of Miss Kenton. Moreover, As You Might Appreciate, Their Implications Were Such As To Provoke A Certain Degree Of Sorrow Within Me. Indeed- Why Should I Not Admit It? - At That Moment, My Heart Was Breaking.

I Took One Glance At Her In That Hospital Bed Under The Dull Light And Recognised The Look On Her Face, Which I'd Seen On Donors Often Enough Before. It Was Like She Was Willing Her Eyes To See Right Inside Herself, So She Could Patrol And Marshal All The Better The Separate Areas Of Pain In Her Body.

The World Is Crawling With Authors Touring Now. They're Like Performance Artists.

It Is One Of The Enjoyments Of Retirement That You Are Able To Drift Through The Day At Your Own Pace, Easy In The Knowledge That You Have Put Hard Work And Achievement Behind You.