The Argument at Great Tew
Tom Paulin, 4 November 1982
“... garden his queasied voice squeezed like verjuice as he named the place and his black gown took the green shade of dried ink. I was chough, then, to his raven, an unequal match – nothing to boast of – between dark friends who’ve started to share the used rub of each other’s fixed and hardened edges. Now the smell of box and spicy bark is a ... ”