1 JULY 1960, page 42
Other Self
My inmost creature, Caliban perhaps, Perhaps St. Francis (at least a sort of dunce) Sits, like a Chinese sage listening to A colloquy of summer afternoons, Inscrutable......
Adolescence
After the history has been made, • and when Wallace's shaggy head glares on London from a spike, when the exiled general is again gliding into Athens harbour now as embittered......
Unknown Admirers
BY KINGSLEY AMIS An November the Times Literary Supple- Lament supplemented itself in turn with a fat wad of articles on what it called the American imagination. These have now......
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