The Cake-Eating Academical
and then went for a short walk under a sky like polished pewter
in Morcambe Bay.
There is a bleak romance about the coast in winter;
a piquant. soul-soaring emptiness.
Hodmandod Minor is twenty and at university. He is the sort of person that is happy alone.
We remembered today that he was a small thin scrap of a baby when he was born; but soon filled out to be the sort that would wake smiling in his cot
and jump up and down with a gurgling grin at the thought of being plucked out.
He still likes cake.