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CHAPTER ONEIt was a warm afternoon in the city. A fitful wind whirled its burden of gaily-colored aspirin and tranquilizer cartons and gum and cigarette wrappers into the faces of the well-fed burghers and their mates who puffed along on bunioned feet, their life-blunted features set in expressions...

ONESussex countryside is green, decorated in summer with cow-parsley and ragged robin. In winter there is a lot of insipid rain. We grew up peacefully there, surrounded by hills and flowers and windmills. It was not so much a world in miniature as a world in half strength. Even the sheet lightning...