I must admit that as much as I love Horace Rumpole, I’ve never much liked John Mortimer. Now, usually, in something like that, the actor gets all the credit that should by rights go to the author, and I suspect that in fact that is true in this case as well. The thing is, I’ve never liked any of Mr. Mortimers’s plays, novels, or even Rumpole adaptations that I’ve read. I’ve always felt a trifle guilty about that, actually. So when I saw Where There's a Will: Thoughts on the Good Life on the shelf, I thought I would give it another shot.
Well, and you’ll notice that my aversion above is in the present tense, or at least the past imperfect, or whatever it’s called. I have never liked, rather than I had never liked.
chazak, chazak, v’nitchazek,
-Vardibidian.