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Used to know him at 6th form collage. Idolised him, pathetically. He bought me "Nausea" for my, er, eighteenth? seventeeth? So for that I suppose I should be grateful. Handsome, arrogant fuck, basically. God, he was arrogant. Funny though. It used to be quite a laugh at college. A bunch of intellectual kids pretending they weren't, then scurrying off home to read and do the essays. He used to buy me books, to "educate" me. Actually, this guy did perform a useful service. He kick-started me reading all the Europeans and Russians. I would have probably got there anyway, but I well remember reading Steppenwolf around that time, and "The Brothers Karamazov" on the train in to work at the BBC. I wonder what happened to this guy... he'd gone to college late, he was a late starter apparently. 21 when he was at Windsor, so it's not surprising he was a bit impressive. Curious. I'd be interested to know what happened to him.
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