Early this morning I pulled down a collection of Dylan Thomas poems that I bought in a used bookshop years ago. Inside the jacket, written in neat firm handwriting diagonally along the lower part of the title page is this note:
Christmas 1984
To one of the brightest souls I'll ever know:
Take this book, go to Swansea, Wales, follow the seashore to the Mumbles, and read it on the cliffs.
It's a guaranteed religious experience! I know that you'll take advantage of every minute of the next few months - and I can't think of anyone who deserves it more. Keep on growing...
Love and best wishes,
Tim
I won’t be going to Wales these next few months, but I will be working hard to “take advantage of every minute”. Thanks for the encouragement, Tim, whoever you are.
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