Monday, December the 15th, 2003
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“I fancied a sepulchral voice exclaiming: ”Worship my toe at Ghent; my ribs at Florence; my skull at Bologna, Sienna, and Rome. Beware how you neglect this order; for my bones, as well as my spirit, have the miraculous property of being here, there, and everywhere,“ […] and hurrying into the open air, I was whirled away in the dark to Margate.
William Beckford, Dreams, Waking Thoughts & Incidents; in a Series of Letters from Various Parts of Europe, letter one, June 19th, 1780.
Hooting Yard on the Air, January the 17th, 2019 : “A Person From Porlock” (starts around 26:33)