If You Think It's Hard

Until He Lost All His Money, My Father Was A Successful North London Jewish Businessman. He Was Unusual Among His Immediate Family In That He Was Enormously Cultured And Had An Incredible Library.

Once You Get Into The World Of Dystopia, It's Hard To Avoid Plagiarism, Because Other People Have Had Such Powerful Visions.

Smiling Back At Her, It Occurs To Me That I've Never Met A Mean Librarian.

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

Some Things Can't Be Changed. They'll Always Happen The Way They Were Supposed To.