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The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy, vol.IITim Titchfield of All Souls, who offers his kind guidance to any budding artists among the first year students.' Now I had dabbled a little in painting since my first encounter with art which had led directly to my crossing the Rubicon with the divine Diana Wigmore that in turn had given me the unexpected but highly delightful chance to lose my unwanted virginity. Sadly, my efforts with the brush and palette were so far undistinguished, though I was told by Diana that I would do far better once I had been taught to harness my technical skills to create my own personal style. So I asked Chrissie if any student could avail himself of Professor Titchfield's classes. 'Most certainly,' she replied. 'Why, would you like to come along? We meet on Thursday evenings at eight o'clock in the small lecture hall just next to the Playhouse Theatre.' 'I'll be there,' I promised and, turning to Gillian, I said: Talking of the Playhouse, will Chrissie be invited to this party on Saturday night? I'm sure you could wangle her onto ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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