Six months ago he had thought his ghostly place . . . would be . . . between a yearning to prolong the summer of the passionate body and a reluctant recall from the long sleep of oblivion. But he was wrong. It is not the erotic that is calling to him after all, nor the elegiac, but the comic.
from Disgrace.
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Just read a book called "A Face at the Window" by Dennis McFarland - you might like it.
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