Sunday, July 27, 2014

The same thing troubled Hockney, as we saw

He lay back comfortably in the flickering light. An odd place. Odd people in Los Angeles. Wonderfully kind. Needing kindness too. The ragtag-and-bobtail, whatever did that really mean, of the human race packed together in an area of two hundred square miles facing the grey Pacific, why did I always think it would be blue? With their backs to a desert.


Dirk Bogarde
West of Sunset
Allen Lane, 1984
Penguin, 1984©

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