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"I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a handbarrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged...

Yesterday, I went and saw my cousin, L., who had recently had a baby boy. Cute little fellow. However, before I went, I strolled into the shops to pick up a little gift. This is, according to N., what adults do--and ever since I told...

I am currently reading JG Ballard's autobiography, Miracles of Life. Currently about half way through, and enjoying it greatly, which surprises me, given how modest a book it is. I don't often think of memoirs to be modest, but in this case, it is the...