Through the sieve of the self he relentlessly processes the world

“I took it to the Barclays Bank, where I used to deposit my little cheques of five and ten pounds that I got from the Carribean service of the BBC. When I gave it to the clerk sitting behind the counter, he looked at it, and then he stood up and he shook my hand.”

Posted September 27, 2001

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