Currently reading: Ancient as the Hills by James Lees-Milne
"Joan Evans lunched .... Truly she is a horrid old thing. She spat the meat into her fingers and on to the table without using a fork. She gurked, and farted. In speaking to me at luncheon she let fly an enormous piece of artichoke. I saw it coming and ducked. She saw me duck and rise again and resume the conversation as though nothing had happened. How absurd social conventions are when you do not know people well enough to laugh over these incidents. Neither of us betrayed by one muscle of the face what both had noticed."
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