By Quentin Crisp
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'Blind with mascara and dumb with lipstick, I paraded the dim streets of Pimlico ... I wore a perimeter so deep that it thoroughly obscured the way in which forward. This rarely mattered. there have been others to seem the place i used to be going.'
Quentin Crisp has been defined as certainly one of London's artistic endeavors; he has turn into a celeb, via his way of life, in the course of the much-acclaimed television dramatization of The bare Civil Servant, and during his one-man express. during this relocating and humorous autobiography, he describes his unsatisfied early life and the stresses of early life which led him to London. There, in bed-sitting rooms and cafes, he stumbled on an international of brutality and comedy, of short-lived jobs and precarious relationships. It used to be a existence he confronted with braveness, humour and intelligence. (back conceal quote)
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If I saw someone ahead of me in the street drop a pound note, I would overtake him and give it back, but if I folind a pound note in the gutter and had no idea to whom it had belonged, I would certainly not take it to the nearest police station. I imagine most people come gradually to some completely illogical code of this kind and describe themselves as reasonably honest. Another way in which things were now better than they had been in King's Cross was that, instead of receiving every week fourteen guilt-edged shillings from my mother, I drew I ss.
In one play, to show how virile he was, he spat a 62 piece of apple he was chewing on to the floor before demanding a kiss from a Wicked woman in a low caf~ in Montmartre. Wicked Woman: But we don't love each other, do we? ) Curtain. This was masculinity stalking towards the deliciously quivering stalls. Another thing that may have prevented women from coming. out openly in favour of unretouched masculinity was that love and marriage in those days were still confused in their minds. They could only stretch out one hand towards the untamed male.
When the time came for me to leave home for good, with 41 a red handkerchief full of cosmetics tied to a birch rod over my shoulder, it was towards these thumbnails that I turned my steps. The world lay all before me -like a trap-door. In letters so voluminous that the postman scarcely had strength to deliver them, we had made our plans. My friend had taken a flat in Baron's Court, which we shared for three months. He seemed genuinely pleased that we were going to live together. ' but, if I am told that they do, I only put my head on one side and lower my eyelids.