An Upright Man in the Antipodes

My youngblood years in Wales are a monochromatic blur for me, but nevertheless a happy fog. Eating, reading, baths, sleeping in the same house, walking blustery hills, playing in the same small wood behind my house. But the fact is that the books I read, the music, a fictional life, if you like, looms bigger in my memory than anything that actually happened to me.

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