I actually thought were some of the most honest comments you might find written about books and reading today but what do I know? There was however a final remark that did for me and here Boyd gives himself away, Hornby had dared to have a go at the critics,so in return "the golden boy of Highbury can consider himself duly bashed".
That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as a truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were the truths and they were all beautiful.
I read it once and it made an indelible impression on my mind. The book had one central thought that is very strange and has always remained with me. By remembering it i have been able to understand many people and things that i was never able to understand before.
That sounded like trouble. I had heard somewhere that a problem at work is like a plane crash that you can walk away from. It's not like your home life, where you can't get away from your problems, no matter how far you run, and no matter what classes you r in.