A Lazarus beside Me
Avies Platt: An Encounter with Yeats, 27 August 2015
“... just in front of the door. Sacred or not, I took it. We were, of course, horribly late. In the hall the man relieved us of our coats and we found ourselves in Haire’s ugly – as I think – Chinese room, with an awful crush, a great buzz of talk, clouds of smoke, many excellent things to eat, but little or nothing to drink. My instinct was to make ... ”