I'm declaring it Stevie Smith week here at Fernham. I've just re-read the amazing, puzzling, exasperating, and hilarious 1936 Novel on Yellow Paper and my nerves are all jangled from the experience, so I'm going to inflict it on you.
We'll start with just a taste:
“And the people who say that children’s voices are the purest music certainly ought to be the people who sit near children’s playgrounds.”
As she says, "Read on, Reader, read on and work it out for yourself."
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