What Was It With Men,

Writers Are Said To Have Superstitions And Little Rituals. Readers Have Them Too.

At The Risk Of Sounding Like Virginia Woolf, I Could Live On £700 A Year.

She Wanted To Leave, She Wanted To Lie Alone Face Down On Her Bed And Savor The Vile Piquancy Of The Moment, And Go Back Down The Lines Of Branching Consequences To The Point Before The Destruction Began. She Needed To Contemplate With Eyes Closed The Full Richness Of What She Had Lost, What She Had Given Away, And To Anticipate The New Regime.

When People Have Supernatural Beliefs I Think They Should Be Respected But There Is No Reason Why They Need To Impose Them On Others.

When There Are No Consequences, Being Wrong Is Simply A Diversion.