Now naturally, like many of us, I have a reluctance to change too much of the old ways.

Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory.

What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint.

He chose a certain path in life, it proved to be a misguided one, but there, he chose it, he can say that at least. As for myself, I cannot even claim that. You see, I trusted. I trusted in his lorship's wisdom. All those years I served him, I trusted I was doing something worthwhile. I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really - one has to ask oneself - what dignity is there in that?

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us from being swept away into the night.

It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.

Your life must now run the course that's been set for it.