But everything of value about me is in my books.

I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not.

I grew up in a small place and left it when I was quite young and entered the bigger world.

In our island myth this was the prescribed end of marriages like mine: the wife goes off with someone from the Cercle Sportif, outside whose gates at night the willingly betrayed husband waits in his motorcar. The circumstances were slightly.

What was past was past. I suppose that was the general attitude.

This is unusual for me. I have given readings and not lectures. I have told people who ask for lectures that I have no lecture to give. And that is true.

Small things start us in new ways of thinking