tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post8060439145510728312..comments2024-02-19T20:45:03.110-05:00Comments on Red Mug, Blue Linen : The native tasteLaurenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-28974847687152165332014-12-14T04:04:47.830-05:002014-12-14T04:04:47.830-05:00Kind of you to share this recollection. As you wou...Kind of you to share this recollection. As you would know, he shared his house for a time with a friend who arrived, similarly provisioned (possibly more than one, but this one had been on the verge of rounding up some strays from Brenan's library on departure, only to be foiled without a direct confrontation). Other complexity to which you allude continued throughout his life, as you also know, and engaged many, even this student, in layers of intersection which I hope, for all others, was also fondly memorable if not sustainingly lasting. Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-85984015948871263792014-12-13T22:42:23.370-05:002014-12-13T22:42:23.370-05:00Gerald Brennan, whose writing and photos I had acc...Gerald Brennan, whose writing and photos I had access to at the /national portrait gallery, and whose intersection with Dora Carrington, also gave rise to all sorts of interest. Complex to say the least. I simp;y loved the sheer amount of books he took to Espanaby land by air by seahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14244944447278013755noreply@blogger.com