They still look awful togetherish.

Lara also ends on an imminent return to “my island—the 'Great' Tippexed out of it,” with the lines: “It is time to leave./ Back to London, across international time zones, I step out of Heathrow and into my future.”

The woman in question had, as she said, been a close friend of Margaret’s, and, as such, an aider in her habits of intemperance.

The waters boile, and walme to our desire.