Say I am designing St. Paul’s.”’
After reading it, Teixeira’s nightly valediction as he left for his bridge club was: “I think ... yes, I think I shall design St. Paul’s for an hour or two.”
[4] From the notice of his death in The Times.
[5] Future letters were dated from ‘Hellgate’.
[6] The Burgomaster of Stillemonde.
[7] Frank MacKinnon K.C.
[8] A short time before, Teixeira, who affected a loathing for music, had been invited to hear the same quartette. Abandoning his usual gentleness of speech and spirit, he had accepted on condition of being allowed to massacre the quartette.
[9] Hymn to Aphrodite.
[10] Eimar O’Duffy’s Wasted Island.
[11] Incidentally, my father lived 85 years, during all of which he never spoke of his particular regiment, brigade, division or army corps as anything but the Coldcream Guards; not in jest but in sheer, manly, gentlemanly ignorance.