I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.
Television's Mr. Filth: that's me.
The strangest thing that human speech and human writing can do is create a metaphor. That is an amazing leap, is it not?
People endure what they endure and they deal with it. It may corrupt them. It may lead them into all sorts of compensatory excesses.
Ideals jump across the hierarchies of the printed word.
Some of the words and symbols and images from childhood will continually be part and parcel of my personality.