I have nothing, nothing at all. Although readers I meet occasionally tell me they remember mainly the columns in which I write that I have nothing to say this week, that’s not true. I remember clearly − I vowed over three years ago that I would never complain to my readers that I have nothing to say. But this week I find I have no choice but to break my vow.
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