I mentioned to Rebecca yesterday at the Hendrie's party that I was reading Terry Eagleton, and she said that she knew his son from school days in Oxford.
That's the whole story. Shrug your shoulders if you like, mine are broad enough.
I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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