Diary
Alan Bennett: Notes on 1997, 1 January 1998
“... myself to do better. Love is treated very obliquely, passing fancies thought of as echoes of some Grand Passion.My first inclination is to put it in the bin, though I probably won’t. I can see why writers do, though, fearful that these commonplace beginnings might infect what comes after with their banality. In this sense Orton (and to some extent ... ”