I find it's impossible for me to read Proust.

And it's impossible for me to read Henry James.

I used to fish the Border rivers, but nowadays you have to queue up for a shot and I can't stand that.

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

Well, I'm a light traveller. I chuck things away.

Scholars, I plead with you, Where are your dictionaries of the wind, the grasses?