No man is an island. Well I’m as close to it as I’ve ever met. There may be other people like me but by definition I am not likely to bump into them. I still have the dream, that a hundred years from now, sensitive young men will be coming to drink in the Dorint Hotel in Vienna, because it is where their favourite writer ——– used to drink; and in the Café du Dome in Brussels, and the Berlin Plaza in Berlin. They will be eating Alt Wiener Zwiebel Rostbraten in the Café Westend like their hero did. Will there still BE a Dorint Hotel in 100 years, still a Café Westend, a Berlin Plaza, a Café du Dome? Would be fascinating to know. I want to live forever, I really do. I think The Makropolos Case is one of the most affecting operas I have ever seen. I want to be Emilia Marty. I do have a conception of myself as a great person, which, I notice, the rest of the world curiously and bizarrely fails to share.