Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending

Addressed as “Dearest” except when young, at five, from Birkenhead, he wrote. They were making huts, “I have got a lantern, and we are lighting them up tonight. With love from your Wilfred, I remain your loving son…” Six years later he writes again. “We went to lantern service… I don’t think I told you Mr. Moore’s text… It was Pilate’s sermon, as he called it: `Behold the man,’ He told us a lot about Pontius Pilate, & then about `The Man’. The last day of nineteen-oh-eight, “Dorothy Leslie the Cates & I took the toboggan to Peppard Common,” and simply had, “a splendidrippinggrandmajesticgloriousdelightfulscrumtiousexquiesitelyexcruciating time…” Tea will be ready soon. Dearest Mother. “My dearest Mother, Many, many thanks for your long letter. Do please call upon the Canon and ask about the fees… …Very disagreeably as experience is forcing upon me the fact that money must purchase even such pleasures as good books… [I] regard the life whose sole aim is money-making to b...