He would look over the edge of the sofa down into the sea.

“There's just this….an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds …”

“For the vision of a novelist is both complex and specialised; complex, because …”

“Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed …”

“And if literature is not the Bride and Bedfellow of Truth, what is she? 'Confou…”