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It is truly strange how long it takes to get to know oneself. I am now sixty-two years old, yet just one moment ago I realised that I love lightly toasted bread. Simultaneously, I also realised that I loathe bread when it is heavily toasted. For over sixty years, and quite unconsciously, I have been experiencing inner joy or total despair at my relationship with grilled bread.
Cambridge, 27 April 1951.
Cambridge, 27 April 1951.
