He is my last entry. I have already written three books about him, the third of which is the most promising of all. The first two books greatly upset his widow, to whom I said
“I’m terribly, terribly sorry; my pen got out of control.”
“It did! It did!” she replied.
On visiting Bob’s grave on the Mount of Olives, I felt a pronounced celestial presence. I also felt, most strongly, that his soul was in Paradise.
The experience was similar to that of Dante, when he was reaching for the soul of his blessed Beatrice.
Robert Maxwell had and still has god-like qualities, in my opinion. Even gods make mistakes occasionally and I know he did, towards the end of his life.
It was an honour to visit his grave, and I am proud of the fact that he was my friend. After all, he saved my life. I will never forget that for as long as I live.