"There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album)."
Four Quartets: East Coker V T.S. Eliot
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Friday, 14 December 2012
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Printer's Devils
"BOOKS
Smells of Steaks in Passageways. I like this poem considerably. I've got into the habit of wandering round the passageways off Fleet Street and Farringdon Road when the office sends me out on a job. I like looking down into the basements and seeing a printer's devil like myself drinking a cup of orange coloured tea. The old men with their red noses and greasy bowler hats look as if they were made of something other than flesh and blood -- brown paper and melted down string, I should think."
A Boy at the Hogarth Press Richard Kennedy
Smells of Steaks in Passageways. I like this poem considerably. I've got into the habit of wandering round the passageways off Fleet Street and Farringdon Road when the office sends me out on a job. I like looking down into the basements and seeing a printer's devil like myself drinking a cup of orange coloured tea. The old men with their red noses and greasy bowler hats look as if they were made of something other than flesh and blood -- brown paper and melted down string, I should think."
A Boy at the Hogarth Press Richard Kennedy
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