![]() They look like bits of bacon curled up from too much frying.’ ‘Haven’t you noticed? His ears are the sweetest thing about him. For a while, her fingers stopped playing with the worn-out sheet that was covering her. She turned her cool green eyes on me and smiled. ‘Why Angel Ears?’ I asked her, in Ward 33 (Psychiatric), Sir J. In her letters to him, she called him Angel Ears. If your next letter is not to hand with heartwarming promptness, I shall declare you unfit for human consumption and throw you to the lions. ![]() These scribbles will not do, they are meant for the common masses.Ī butterfly is banging on the windowpane in the corridor and I must now rise to let it out. I think postcards are for acquaintances and now that we are friends, you should find some nice stationery and write me a proper letter. ![]() But if you are going to send me a postcard, I shall abstain. Other sounds: Mae mumbling about morning Mass an impertinent sparrow demanding the last bit of my toast. Mee-ee-et, he wails, Me-eeetwallah, mee-eet. ![]() Outside the window, a Marathi manus is asking mournfully if anyone would like to buy salt. ![]()
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