In this novel appears a couplet taken from William Blake's poem Broken Love, a powerful thing indeed.
"And throughout all Eternity
I forgive you, you forgive me."
Yes, "infinite love" was her expression.
There's no escape. Today I found an ancient Penguin - John Fothergill's An Innkeeper's Diary; I had to buy it - she had a copy and introduced me to the story of The Spreadeagle at Thame and Fothergill's often outrageous tales; typical of the things we shared.
Inevitably I had forgotten the dedication:
To ["T"]
Too Good for Words
&c.
I suppose I might have guessed that Fothergill's wife would have to have had that name.
Yet another stab in the heart I'm afraid.
Until the next time
