A country so precipitously convoluted that the rivers flowing through it look like the silver trails of inebriated slugs.
1978 'Postcard from Japan', in the Observer magazine, 4 Jun.
I feared for her as I loved her, and the fear intensified the love.CliveVivian Leopold James
When you saya man writes badly, you are trying to hurt him.When you say it in words better than his, you have succeeded.CliveVivian Leopold James
She sounded likethe bookof Revelations read out overa railway station public-address system bya headmistress of a certain age wearing calico knickers.CliveVivian Leopold James