Now I see that all that sort of thing is juvenile and silly, merely a reaction against insecurity and shame. You as usual of course were the first to realize this, making yourself felt whenever I had been particularly rude or insincere.
Thanks to you I have come to see a profound significance in relations I never dreamt of considering before, an old lady’s affection for a small boy, the Waterhouses and their retriever, the curious bond between Offal and Snig, the partners in the hardware shop on the front. Even the close-ups on the films no longer disgust nor amuse me. On the contrary they sometimes make me cry ; knowing you has made me understand.
It’s getting late and I have to be up betimes in the morning. You are so quiet these days that I get quite nervous, remove the dressing. No, I am safe, you are still there. The wireless this evening says that the frost is coming. When it does, we know what to expect, don’t we? But I am calm. I can wait. The surgeon was dead right. Nothing will ever part us. Good-night and God bless you, my dear.
Rawlinson End: The Bonzo Dog Band (From Let's Make Up And Be Friendly) (Link)
Text From W.H. Auden, The Orators, 1932
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