Wars are fought by children. Conceived by their mad demonic elders, and fought by boys.

The consideration of change over the century is about loss, though I think that social change is gain rather than loss.

Perhaps I shall not write my account of the Paleolithic at all, but make a film of it. A silent film at that, in which I shall show you first the great slumbering rocks of the Cambrian period, and move from those to the mountains of Wales...from Ordovician to Devonian, on the lush glowing Cotswolds, on to the white cliffs of Dover... An impressionistic, dreaming film, in which the folded rocks arise and flower and grow and become Salisbury Cathedral and York Minster.

I didn't think I had anything particular to say, but I thought I might have something to say to children.

I have long been interested in landscape history, and when younger and more robust I used to do much tramping of the English landscape in search of ancient field systems, drove roads, indications of prehistoric settlement. Towns and cities, too, which always retain the ghost of their earlier incarnations beneath today's concrete and glass.

We make choices but are constantly foiled by happenstance.

Unless I am a part of everything I am nothing.