—Unlike Mr Erskine, he says, I am not a widely-travelled man. I speak no foreign language. I had an uncle who lived in the Algarve. I began learning Portuguese but I found it difficult. The words slid into each other and confused me. When my uncle died, I saw no point in continuing. Now I study German. German has a multitude of rules. I feel that German and I agree with each other.
Tastes differ. You may favour the ‘bitter’, the ‘sour’ or the ‘salt’. If you do, my story may be found unpalatable. But I would ask you to remember that life has sweet seasons, too. Can I invite you, therefore, to follow me into a London park, where a man and a woman sit side-by-side on a wooden bench.
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