I rarely remember the names or faces of nonfictional people.
It is still cheating, even if nobody comes.
Haydon was more than his model, he was his inspiration, the torch-bearer of a certain kind of English calling which - for the very reason that it was vague and understated and elusive - had made sense...
I know an alcoholic is the worse, but sometimes I wonder if it's better to have a drinking father that lives at home, or a drinking father, that never comes around.
Time is a creation of vague mind used to describe an unknown dimension in the 3D world.