By Richard Russo
Pulitzer Prize-winning author Richard Russo and 5 different Maine authors right here turn out that the shut of existence don't need to be choked with darkness, while hospice assistance is handy. those writers recount intensely own and profoundly relocating end-of-life money owed that conceal a large spectrum of human adventure. All six authors are donating their royalties to a Maine hospice; Down East also will donate 10 percentage of proceeds to a similar reason.
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44 Cottle Book 3rds 28/7/06 11:39 am Page 45 How to Marry into the Circus ‘You can shove them up your arse. In fact you can shove the whole circus up your arse. I’m not working that hard for anybody,’ Brian shouted and stormed out. I rounded on the captain, ‘You idiot. ’ A fight started. Somewhere along the way I managed to push the captain through a wardrobe. That night I penned my letter of resignation. Holtspur Playing Fields, Beaconsfield. 10th June 1970 Dear Sirs, Due to the recent accusations and mis-trust, I feel strongly that as from last night, I am compelled to resign from the company.
The Hippo, so-called because it was behind the Hippodrome, was mainly frequented by theatrical types (I saw Jeffrey Bernard in there once). It was run by a Spanish lady called Harriet, and she had three rooms upstairs which girls worked from. There were various girls of various types – something to suit everyone if you were that way inclined, although the ladies were all rather older than they looked at first glance. Joe only came there to drink and talk his way through the night with his mates, but he was very keen for me to sample the extra services the club offered.
I’m sorry it’s so late, Sir, but I’m in a bit of a spot and I’ve been told you’re a good friend to the circus,’ I said. ‘Well, you had better come in and tell me all about it then,’ he said. Without another word, he ushered me straight into his study. It was rather chaotic, with a big old roll-top desk overflowing with bits of paper. I explained our dire situation but also my enthusiasm and determination to start a circus of my own. Something I said managed to capture his imagination. As it happens I do have a field you can use.
A Healing Touch: True Stories of Life, Death, and Hospice by Richard Russo