The point at which I extinguish my own second order ability to do the first-order action, or some other biological event, another person, or an environmental factor destroys it, I then become ill or unhealthy.
This story is told in my own chosen order, but it is very much the story of our revolution.
Did I develop any ruses of my own in order to buy what I wanted at a reasonable price?
I used to go into my local on my own and order a pint of Boddies, a packet of fags, play pool with the lads.
My habitual response to most situations is to go away and sit in a small room on my own in order to feel safe.
Jean Genet, in his book that I most admire, Un Captif Amoureux (Prisoner of Love), writes of the Palestinian revolution (1970): "I am not an archivist or a historian or anything like it … This is my Palestinian revolution, told in my own chosen order".
(At this point let me issue an alert of my own: in order to discuss this summer's movies and their various scare tactics, I'm afraid I'll have to give away some plot twists and secret endings. Consider yourself warned).
I've moved into sort of a traditional coastal engineering type of field, very different from my own, in order to get the information I need to do my job in structural engineering and look at the building's response to tsunamis.
I've just got to get my own thing order.
I have added annotations of my own, in order in the first place to show the reader what changes I have made, and why; second, to disentangle and explain anything that may be complicated, ambiguous, or obscure.
