RIDING MY HESKETH
TO MARSEILLES
And don't ask me why, because I
wouldn't know what to say. The
mid-country bores me; the south
is OK. The way I'm going, it's
time for Marseilles. Here's the
Languedoc I left and I shan't
be coming back. I hate this old,
tortured countryside - farmers
and daughters, those bib overalls
and flaming quarters : like it was
old America all over again. Don't
plow the field with good intentions.
Let it stay fallow for maybe a year.
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