Entries for August, 2013

Quentin Crisp – the day the musing died

Quentin Crisp

Sadly, Quentin Crisp was well into his dotage by the time he became an acquaintance of mine, and into the very last years of his life when we became what you could call friends. Yet, despite the fact that all of our relationship was conducted either by letter or telephone, the experience of knowing England’s greatest stately homo was both richly rewarding and indelible; still today I cannot help but smile warmly when I think of his timeless quips and the many conversations which took… Go on, read some more.