Some of them would like me to write about them. They tell me that their husbands would not approve of their talking to me. Such confidences do not amuse me. I do not ever ask any of them to phone me a second time. Frivolous talk eats into the time I have rationed out for writing my columns.
Men are more irritating.
They only phone at night, waking me from sleep. Once I flew to Australia via Singapore, halting at a local hotel for the night. At midnight, the phone rang. My name is Pillay. I am coming to meet you.