I groped the great Colin Turnbull
in an anthropologist-friend's
London flat. He kindly brushed
my timid hand away. I should have known,
after going with him to nearby
Roman-style marbled, Victorian Turkish Baths,
that I would not be able to stand the African heat,
not even in the rain forest, where I met 'Pygmies'
but, sadly, only, briefly.
[more on Turkish Baths]
[Turkish Baths for the Working Classes in Ireland]
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