Seriously, the next Mrs Stainforth.
Knowing my luck, she’s probably a dyke.
The diaries of R.A.D. Stainforth, the last man in Europe, or his footprints on the sands of time
This is the best of me; for the rest, I ate, and drank, and slept, loved and hated, like another: my life was as the vapour and is not; but this I saw and knew; this, if anything of mine, is worth your memory.
(John Ruskin, Sesame and Lilies)
Whatever people say I am, that’s what I’m not.
(Alan Sillitoe, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning)
This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me.
(Emily Dickinson, This is my letter to the world)
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
(Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second Fig)
I was born before The Beatles’ first LP and brought up in the reeking slums of Jericho. I am in love with a woman called Hazel and in love with her daughter, also called Hazel, both of whom I met at Alcoholics Anonymous.
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