The Shallow end

Abstract

Monday: I hate Monday mornings, all publishers, literary editors of news‐papers and magazines, most so‐called fellow authors, the telly and my grasping agent Fiona—probably in that order. And after a whole weekend en famille, I'm not over‐fond of my nearest and dearest either. (Are you very busy dear? Couldn't you just … could you fix … and give a hand with … ? Mummy, Daddy's saying flaming rotten hell and things … Daddy's talking to himself again—he's saying poor old Digby, poor old bloody Digby. The cat was sick too.)

Citation

Shallow, R. (1976), "The Shallow end", New Library World, Vol. 77 No. 5, pp. 97-98. https://doi.org/10.1108/eb060576