Part 14

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌⁠Happy. Happier then. Snug little room that was with the red wallpaper. Dockrell’s, one and ninepence a dozen. Milly’s tubbing night. American soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny she looked soaped all over. Shapely too. Now photography. Poor papa’s daguerreotype atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste.

He walked along the curbstone.

Stream of life. What was the name of that