2 JUNE 1961, Page 24

The Addiction 0 insulin is meeting you .1s life injected

under skin. I shudder at the process, though, I loathe the needle when it's in.

Love's diabetic (do you claim) Who needs my strong supply, To keep his heart at work and warm When it might freeze and die?

Perhaps. But with bravado, And just a twinge or two, Shall I not keep my life alive By walking out on you?

I could live well without More jabs in my jabbed thigh— Assure yourself of that, my dear— If it was not that I Who ate self-love and hate, and were So frozen deep to bone, From love's addict have now become Addict of you alone.