[ilds] Attn: James Gifford

Kennedy Gammage gammage.kennedy at gmail.com
Wed Feb 18 15:03:10 PST 2015

Bravo James and Charles, and congrats to Len for getting your answer like
this! We are all reminded of LGD's great skill in populating a whole city's
worth of characters and bringing them to vivid life! Even though I've read
the Quintet repeatedly over the decades I had forgotten this key passage,
which brings Rob, Constance and Bloshford (or whomever) alive again right
now on our desktop and smartphone! Thanks very much for the reminder!

Cheers - Ken

On Wed, Feb 18, 2015 at 2:48 PM, James Gifford <james.d.gifford at gmail.com>

> Hello all,
> I received a missive over the telegraph from Tennessee that might solve
> this riddle...  As was also tapped out over the line, this passage is of
> course qualified by "It wasn't true, and he knew it," and there's the ever
> so lovely "this needs a new paragraph."  Which is to say, I keep my tongue
> in my cheek even just reading it!
> I hope this solves the riddle.
> All best,
> James
> ----->
> A clipping from the Home Office:
> "He told himself that Thrush had a vicious, thirsty little French face;
> but it wasn¹t true and he knew it. He felt as if his brains had cooled and
> dripped into his socks. He could have written an ode called "A Castrate's
> Tears beneath the Shears" -- but the tone was wrong and he delegated this
> to Sutcliffe who would come along in good time with his own brand of
> snivel. And then, on top of it all, to be unfair to poor Paris which all of
> a sudden became loathsome to him. He noticed now the dirty hair, cheaply
> dyed, and never kept up from meanness ­-- so many brassy blondes with black
> partings. And in August the refusal to shave armpits. The town smelt like
> one large smoking armpit. Acrid as the lather of dancers. And then the
> selection of sexual provender ­ perversions worthy of wood-lice. Well, he
> had come there for infamy in the first place, so what the hell had he got
> to complain about? He would die, like Sutcliffe, in the arms of some
> lesbian drum-major, dreaming nostalgically of hot buttered toast between
> normal thigh and thigh. Indeed he would go further and become a Catholic
> and enact the funky deathbed scene ­ the spider on the ceiling and the
> shadow of a priest and a notary. It wouldn't do, said the voice of
> Constance, and he knew that it wouldn't. Eheu!" (Livia 71-72)
> On 2015-02-10 7:32 PM, Len Worman wrote:
> > Dear Sir; I recently corresponded with Ian MacNiven,
> > who told me he was forwarding my original letter to
> > you. I am endeavoring to discover where in LD's
> > writings there is a quote regarding how he found,
> > after the war, the women in Paris not shaving their
> > underarms or using deodorants and ,  therefore,
> > being smelly. I had this section in my vast LD
> > library once but it was destroyed in a house fire
> > and, for personal reasons, am anxious to find it
> > again. I hope you can help. I am a long time sincere
> > fan ever since I read that first review in the NYT
> > of "Justine". Thank you very much. Len Worman.
> > (lenworman at gmail.com).
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