When Geoffrey sets his heart on my doing a thing, it generally ends In his getting his way. For one thing, it is very hard to resist his coaxing voice and his persuasive powers, and then his way and my way are so very Often the same. Because though there is thirty years and more between us, we both look out on life from a point Of view very sympathetic to each other. We are both of us prone to be hero-wor shippers, rather than Cool critics Of Character. We both Of us get weary Of schemes and systems, periods and theories, and we love intensely men and women, as men and women in the moments Of their humiliation as well as in the hour of their greatness. And loving them thus, we like to follow them through all those strangely varied and often inconsistent actions which, pieced together, make up that complex thing a human life, only to be fully understood by the One who holds in His hands the tangled threads.