Friday, 19 December 2008

Sometimes I remember




God knows I’m no romantic adventurer, but sometimes I remember – and I’d like to run south again down to Africa with a fair wind. In a private yacht, with my youth, half a dozen assorted Parisian whores, the finest food and drink, and perhaps a German band. Aye, it’s a man’s life.



Flash For Freedom!, pp.62-63, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




Tags:
, .

No comments: