Life at 86 is as full of adventure and interest as it ever was but the adventures and interests are now sedentary. I sit in my study, in our living room, in Mary’s garden, beneath the almond tree up shining Essequibo and read for hours and my mind is invited to a feast which never ends.
I understand that an even more extensive menu is available on the internet at the touch of a mouse and I confess that I have been astonished by the fare I sample there from time to time. But it is far too late to change by very much how I have always sought my sustenance and, in any case, why depart from what has whetted my appetite and wonderfully satisfied my palate in a lifetime of intellectual adventure and bookish delights?
