This is a book, my dear Turner, which I had in my heart to write for many years. The thought of it came to me with that other thought that I was growing-rather, grown-old; that the curtain had definitely been rung down on all the days of my youth. And so I got into the way of looking back, of recalling the far gone times and suns of the 'seventies and early 'eighties when the scene of my life was being set. ...Täielik kirjeldus
This is a book, my dear Turner, which I had in my heart to write for many years. The thought of it came to me with that other thought that I was growing-rather, grown-old; that the curtain had definitely been rung down on all the days of my youth. And so I got into the way of looking back, of recalling the far gone times and suns of the 'seventies and early 'eighties when the scene of my life was being set. I made up my mind that I would write about it all-some day.