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Dictation Like a bumblebee on a wild rampage, stumbling against the sense that otherwise ran as smooth as honey across my page, one word I couldn’t spell or recognise, starting with k, or c, then double m in the middle and holding in reserve e r for the end, kept coming at random – kommer? no, commer – till I lost my nerve. Poor Deborah! Yoked to her father’s muse. And my poor daughter, darling. Who will be, now she can’t even see night stars, her hand, her amanuensis? So let her use, while she still can, her one good eye to see wild bees, like commas, coming in to land. 6
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Elocution She sat behind the door, squat as a toad in a twinset and tweeds – my oracle. How are the mighty fallen I intoned as light poured in in the midst of the battle! O Jonathan I moaned and through the pane sun shone as though O were a sunburst window flooding rays into my soul, thou wast slain but who Jonathan was I wouldn’t know – I was Jonathan, the light and the sun were Jonathan, my elocution mistress, my first beloved, you were Jonathan and thy love to me was wonderful, yes, it was, it was, passing the love of women, women and men. How are the mighty fallen… 7

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Like a bumblebee on a wild rampage, stumbling against the sense that otherwise ran as smooth as honey across my page, one word I couldn’t spell or recognise, starting with k, or c, then double m in the middle and holding in reserve e r for the end, kept coming at random – kommer? no, commer – till I lost my nerve. Poor Deborah! Yoked to her father’s muse. And my poor daughter, darling. Who will be, now she can’t even see night stars, her hand, her amanuensis? So let her use, while she still can, her one good eye to see wild bees, like commas, coming in to land.

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