Diary
Paul Theroux: Out to Lunch, 13 April 2023
“... a taxi.’I hailed one on the Strand and as we rode east, past Somerset House and towards the Old Bailey, I leaned over and kissed her, hurriedly, like clumsy eating, tasting chocolate on her lips.‘Sorry!’‘No. That was very nice,’ she said. And then the taxi stopped and she got out, and hurried away.‘You can drop me here,’ I said to the ... ”