I've tried to write about Heathrow before and been escorted off the premises.

As for despair, it comes about when I have been a fool and hate myself and despair of my personality. I am prone to gloom, but not depression as such.

Parents don't reveal how often they have bitten their tongue, fought back the tears, or been too tired to take off their clothes after a day of childcare. The parent loves, but they do not expect the favour to be returned in any significant way.

I love the idea of a university as away from capitalist values, where people can do things that don't immediately have to pay their way. It's like a monastery in a way, and that beautiful refuge has been destroyed by dogma about what this stuff is for.

I waste most of the day, then finally start to write around 3 P.M., totally disgusted with myself for my wasteful nature.

Small issues are really just large ones that haven't been accorded the requisite attention.