and it was no surprise to hear
Charles, His Royal Highness,
Prince of Wales,
Duke of Cornwall, etcera.
read a Dylan Thomas poem
as if spoken from an expensive jar
of Cornish curds
without the slightest lilt
or sense of rhythm
or sensual affection
for the dancing words.
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I was waiting for the first class air ticket to arrive in the post.
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