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| 'Desilu laughter canned in history's back row' (Empty Diary 1955) |
In some other life, she might have watched the
Streader brothers walking across Southwick Green, ferocious in argument,
conspiratorial in intimacy, in a way that she, as an only child, would never
have understood. Or the Parsons brothers for that matter.
She might have been webbed with spidery lines, a
blue-veined cheese, snakeskin coiling up her arm like a long glove above the
claw.
(Footnotes to Words Out of Time; see here.)
