Given the rather bleak nature of my last Inishmacsaint blog, I thought to add here a couple of inspirational notes. An interest in life... This I found yesterday at the beginning of Graham Greene's novel Our Man in Havana , which happened to be sitting on Ayumi's bookshelf at her parent's home, and which I picked up faute de mieux. —I could give you a medical certificate, said Dr. Hasselbacher. —Do you never worry about anything? —I have a secret defence, Mr Wormold, I am interested in life. —So am I, but... —You are interested in a person, not in life, and people die or leave us — I'm sorry; I wasn't referring to your wife. But if you are interested in life, it never lets you down. I am interested in the blueness of the cheese. You don't do crosswords, do you, Mr Wormold? I do, and they are like people, one reaches an end. I can finish any crossword within an hour, but I have a discovery concerned with the blueness of cheese that will never come to a conc