Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Sunday 27th 1935

Whilst at Staines GWR, making enquiries about cheap evening tickets, the clerk suddenly asked me if I knew of a decent library in Staines. What did he read? Poetry, chiefly. Whose poetry?… Rupert Brooke…

I went back into the office and sat down! Hall, aged 25. As imaginative and sensitive as I used to be.


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