A WRITER'S WIT
Cut off a person from all contact with tales and he will assuredly begin to invent some—probably about himself.
A. E. Coppard
Born January 4, 1878
“Besides, Gerry would go spare if Swanlon’s rusting wreck of a car, parping cloudlets of straw and dung out the exhaust, came up the school drive to collect him” (55).
Raw but beautiful. Beautiful.
Barrett has written Young Skins.
Photograph, Doug Dubois
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