A Common Assault

Alan Bennett

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[1] Lest I should be thought to be manufacturing these coincidences, I have since been in hospital twice more on my birthday: in May 1998 with appendicitis and in May 2000 with something similar.

[2] ‘One walks about the streets with one’s desires, and one’s refinement rises up like a wall whenever opportunity approaches,’ T.S. Eliot wrote to Conrad Aiken (31 December 1914).

[3] An incident I later incorporated in the short story ‘The Laying on of Hands’.