whom I was married.

    quot;Somebody else mig t; I said.

    quot;s t to you?quot; he said.

    I date my moral deterioration from t.

    No; ly. Dont you see, from tory,  up? It  -- truly it  -- t I didnt t.  it  all my basic training, all my internalised values, told me to leave ted it more than I did.

    anted it; desire, more imperious by far test respect for t t time, my oery to me. Age  clarified t on matters of t I ; and ts quite enoug, true confessions of t type, take your business to anothank you.

    t of tory is, if t told me I o take ttle peac ruttle peaco me.

    Formerly, I  I learned to take the small one because I had never been punished, as follows:

    Canned fruit y, food-rationing and so on. Sunday teatime; guests; a glass bo and, by time my mot teapot on table, I itiously contrived to put a of t catcry -- ten years old; and chubby.

    My mot me licking my sticky fingers and laug get any more, but  as much as anybody else.

    I and, time tly natural for me to take ttle peac alate of mind I hen!

    As any fool could old en years of grab, grab, grab didnt to make up for lost time.

    Until it is like cras barrier, ternal calendar, on  like fudge, ender inexorability of time of e, yet, ts less  did, my gums recede apace, I crumple like cy.

    ty is t you are, along tted span, nearer to deato birt t, indeed, are  ever, in some sense, past t   know. . .

    So,  to London, to t ains in tall, narroerraces. treets