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“Quite absurd how it began, especially when you consider how it seems to be ending. I have to go back to yesterday afternoon — dear God, is it only yesterday? I am walking along Piccadilly, on my way to the London Library to pick up some books on Henry Vaughan (I am giving a seminar on the Metaphysicals to a group of mature students at the North London College), when suddenly the sky turns black and it begins to rain heavily.”