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    1. Camp Starts In: 228 Days Houghton and Brighouse were something (and, I gathered, something not very brilliant) in the city. Quite what that something was I do not know, though I remember seeking out Brighouse once in a dark warehouse smelling of damp cloth. Every afternoon Houghton and Brighouse would close their ledgers, or petty-cash books, or whatever it was they did close, and rush off homeBrighouse to catch, perhaps, his six-five P.M. train to Eccles, and Houghton to jump gymnastically (he played hockey, I believe) on to a passing tram bound for Alexandra Park. After a hurried meal, out with the MSS., the notebooks, the typescript and to work! And how hard they did work!


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      • Pellentesque nunasidp adipiscing sollicitudin dolor id sagittis. For years Boughton has done very special Festival work at Glastonbury where, when the war has spent itself, I hope to go for a weeks music, for at Glastonbury strange things are being donethings that are destined, perhaps, to divert in some measure the stream of our native music.

      • Donec sit amet felis a nibh ornare malesuada. She struck me as being unutterably weary, weary bodily and perhaps mentally. Her personality suggested a body and a spirit being driven by an implacable will, a will that had no mercy for herself or for others, a will that no power could break. I could not help wondering, as I looked at her, whether she had not her moments of doubt, of self-distrust. She must have had, for all men and women have. But those moments would be few and short. Though she spoke to me very quietly, without a gesture, with one rather tightly clenched hand on the table, I felt the sheer power of her, the power that a quenchless spirit always gives to its owner.

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. But, as I was saying, Shaw talked about Fabianism and Webbism all the way to the station.

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      • Fusce et ipsum dolor lorem ante, at sollicitudin libero. If Mr Lawrence should by chance read these pages, he will acquit me of impertinence if he remembers that he has taken the public into his confidence, and that he must expect the public to make some comment upon what he, uninvited, has told us.

      • Etiam et tellus mi, et semper lectus. Vividly do I remember spending a few days at Greeba Castle shortly after the time when the publication of a story of his, that was running serially in a ladies paper, was suddenly and dramatically stopped by the editor of that paper on the score of its alleged immorality. The story was about to be produced in book form and, of course, the editors action had provided a fine advertisement; this fact, however, did not appear to console the novelist in the least. The most sensitive of men, he was crushed by this very public charge of writing immoral literature.

      • Vivamus at justo ut urna porta pulvinar. One Saturday night in the summer, I was taking a walk with a friend in the country ten or twelve miles from Manchester. Our talk was of County cricket, in which my companiona most magnificent person, with ships sailing on half the oceans of the worldwas greatly interested. For three days Lancashire had been playing Yorkshire a very close match, and we knew that by now the game would be over.

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        This is just a place holder, so you can see what the site would look like. A great writer: no doubt, a very great writer: but you might gaze at him across a railway carriage for hours at a time and never suspect it.

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        Nullam vulputate elementum consequat. Fusce leo felis, bibendum. He gave me his photograph and wrote on the back some message, and when I left him I thought I should never see him again. But, a few days later, I saw him in the front row of one of Frederick Dawsons recitals, and I occasionally heard from him a deep-noted Bravo! as Dawson electrified us with one of his stupendous performances.

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