A breath from the East Coast is what we want, Tom, old friend! Am I not right? This holy earth with its hundreds of saints and its scores of kings is a bit sickly to us sometimes, isn’t it? That arch-conjurer Geard has got such a hold on John, that he doesn’t seem to feel the oppression, does he? He’s got John as fast as he got our grandfather. He’s in there now – Lily told you, I expect? Even Miss Drew treats him with – with – – But I don’t like him. There’s something about him that makes me feel shivery and funny – as if he were a great toad. Poor old Tom. This isn’t a very nice world, is it?

“I thought that people didn’t like the same stuff that I did, but as it turns out, other people do,” he said. “So we made a little community just by doing that.”

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His notions of sexual satisfaction centred around masturbation, voyeurism and fondling. He liked girls to sit on his knee, and he also got sexual satisfaction from reciting poetry at them. The comic aspect of this was apparent to him, and it bothered him not at all. There is a grandeur in his indifference to the norm. His appetite for food was as unusual as his appetite for sex: he became, nominally, a vegetarian, but eschewed most vegetables, surviving for years, he claimed, on a diet of eggs, bread and milk, with occasional treats of guava jelly. This gave him severe gastric trouble, and he had to endure a painful form of surgery that he labels “gasterenterostomy”. In his later years, he depended for bowel function entirely on enemas, a procedure of which he highly approved, as it facilitated meditation.