1 FEBRUARY 1992, Page 34

Mathematics

Mathematics could always induce an incalculable window-gazing curl of glazed looking — to blush from, if questioned, like caught red-handed with a girl.

And still a guest can glaze him through a glass to tug with starlings, tails in air, officious for something delicious they're nippy for down there, or to feel the wintery feeling of the double-boled bow-legged pear, or the down-in-the-roots horse-chestnut, or the holly tasting the Christmas air.

Herbert Lomas