I Don't Give A Damn

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.

The Past Is What You Remember, Imagine You Remember, Convince Yourself You Remember, Or Pretend You Remember.

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.

It Was Difficult Being A Conscientious Objector In The 1940's, But I Felt I Had To Stick To My Guns.

Isn't It True That Every Aristocrat Wants To Die?