Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Grandma's dentures

Another thing I liked from Ted Hughes's Poetry in the Making...
When Balzac, the great French novelist, was writing, he used to rave about his room, shouting and muttering and pouring with sweat. On one occasion, imagining the anguish of one of his characters, he tore a bedspread to pieces with his teeth. He gave everything he had, you see, though that is not the only way to do it.
I saw these teeth-rotters in a fair in Hebden Bridge.

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