The Candle Is No Longer Burning

'I would fall asleep, and often I would be awake again for short snatches only. It is long enough to hear the regular creaking of the Wayne Scott,' he writes. 'Of course, while I was asleep, I had returned without the least effort to an earlier stage in my life.' He adds: 'Now ever outgrown, and I come under the thrall of one of my childish terrors - that old terror of my great-uncles pulling my curls'