His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.

My father and I were never intimate in the sense of my coming to him with confidences or seeking advice. Our relationship was rather that of host and guest. Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

That's the public-school system all over. They may kick you out, but they never let you down.

I'm quite deaf now; such a comfort.

Anyone who has been to an English public school will always feel comparatively at home in prison. It is the people brought up in the gay intimacy of the slums who find prison so soul-destroying.

I am suing Lord Beaverbrook for libel and hope for some lovely tax-free money in damages. He has very conveniently told some lies about me.