In the Lake District, full of leech gatherers and idiot boys, I missed the boozy roar of my parents’ pub
“Alone, alone. All, all alone” – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
PG Wodehouse, interned in a lunatic asylum in Upper Silesia, rose buoyantly to the situation and wrote Joy in the Morning. “Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.”
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