THE COLONEL’S DAUGHTER-5
Words are like seeds. Plant them in a line and they give you prose. Plant them in disarray and they give you poetry I was thrilled to be back in the UK after the Connecticut College for Women debacle, it was a Sejour of less than three months in New Haven. My experience of the United States in 1966, remind me of being beaten with a culture stick. The few fond memories I have were thanks to my room-mate Peggy whose hospitality at her home in New York allowed me to visit Manhattan and Greenwich Village and see a double bill...