Yeah, I've often found him a royal pain in the arse, I must say. Go in and win, O Master.
Once, long ago, I was serving in a Christian coffee shop in Edinburgh when a man came in with a thick Scottish accent. He told me he did a labouring job and it made him very tired, but also that he had discovered an author, new to him, who was the greatest writer of novels ever born. 'That Henry James is a f***ing genius, man,' he told me, his eyes burning with sincerity.
So there you go.
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