Our Di had, according to her myth, been hounded to death by the baying werewolves of the yellow press. Of course it was now plain I was one. Maybe even the worst of them. Some people claimed they had...
On such ventures as these one isinclined to forget much, as one forgets a dream.
I suppose it was a mistake to sketch in a background for the movie, in which I described a likely mix of people in a late-Roman settlement, amongst them people from Africa and the Near East. 'You mean...
. . and then, from that dungeon in the West,There rises up a melody, beguiling and forlorn.It is the sweet, sad, self-deceiving murderer's song,And it will not end 'til morn . . .'-- Wheldrake, The Pr...