Diary
Paul Theroux: Out to Lunch, 13 April 2023
“... you talked about food last time – your mention of desserts.’‘You remembered.’‘Spotted dick. Apple crumble. Syllabub. Trifle.’ I touched her shoulder, her jumper warmed by it, warming my fingers. ‘Unforgettable. You want to draw them.’‘I want to eat them. I adore pudding,’ she said. ‘Afters are lovely. Profiteroles are heaven.’‘Let ... ”