Diary
John Welch: My Analysis, 2 September 1999
“... refuses to wear any clothes but goes around naked. She says they are building a golden cage to lock her in.’ It was a crisp winter morning as we piled the papers onto a barrow and pushed them down to the bonfire and watched them disappear into blue smoke. In the writing I was trying to do, there was always a central figure, an emanation of ... ”