Diary
Alan Bennett: Bennett’s Dissection, 1 January 2009
“... can’t be standing there playing Russian roulette with it can you?’ Reading a letter: A. Love and Kierkegaard? B. (snatching it) Love and Kind Regards. My life does seem right staccato somehow. ‘Get the cattle prod and wake your father.’ My mother. When we say life we often mean risk. 12 ... ”