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desperance"Oy. You do not want to eat my spice loaf."
Ridiculous. Of course he wants to eat my spice loaf; it's what this particular iteration of his many lives is dedicated to. It is, as Claud Cockburn said in another context, sole purpose of visit.
I knew Claud Cockburn's daughter, Sarah Caudwell the crime novelist; we were friends in that haphazard way that you can be when you meet as adults, spending hours blowing smoke at each other across a bottle or two of club claret and then not meeting, not speaking again for months or longer. She was, you will be pleased to learn, unique, as her books are: eccentric and unmissable, full of words, very much missed.
Ridiculous. Of course he wants to eat my spice loaf; it's what this particular iteration of his many lives is dedicated to. It is, as Claud Cockburn said in another context, sole purpose of visit.
I knew Claud Cockburn's daughter, Sarah Caudwell the crime novelist; we were friends in that haphazard way that you can be when you meet as adults, spending hours blowing smoke at each other across a bottle or two of club claret and then not meeting, not speaking again for months or longer. She was, you will be pleased to learn, unique, as her books are: eccentric and unmissable, full of words, very much missed.