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A VOYAGE ROUND MY FATHER $
01 ROSES ... NOT MUCH OF A SHOW OF ROSES . $
03 NOT BAD . $
01 ONIONS ... HARDLY A BUMPER CROP WOULD YOU SAY ? $
03 I SUPPOSE NOT . $
01 EARWIGS AT THE DAHLIAS . $
YOU REMEMBER , WHEN YOU WERE A BOY , YOU REMEMBER OUR GREAT
SLAUGHTER OF EARWIGS ? $
03 I REMEMBER . $
01 YOU SEE THE DAHLIAS ? $
03 YES . $
01 DESCRIBE THEM FOR ME . $
PAINT ME THE PICTURE ... $
03 WELL , THEY 'RE RED ... AND YELLOW . $
AND BLOWSY ... $
01 BLOWSY ? $
03 THEY LOOK SORT OF OVER-RIPE . $
MIDDLE-AGED ... $
01 EARWIG TRAPS IN PLACE , ARE THEY ? $
03 THEY 'RE IN PLACE . $
01 WHEN YOU WERE A BOY , WE OFTEN BAGGED A HUNDRED EARWIGS I
N A SINGLE FORAY ! $
DO YOU REMEMBER ? $
03 I REMEMBER . $
MY FATHER WASN'T ALWAYS BLIND ... $
THE THREE OF US LIVED IN A SMALL HOUSE SURROUNDED , AS IF FO
R PROTECTION , BY AN ENORMOUS GARDEN . $
HE WAS DRIVEN TO THE STATION , WHERE HE CAUGHT A TRAIN TO LO
NDON AND THE LAW COURTS , TO HIS WORK AS A BARRISTER IN A GR
EAT HEARSELIKE MOTOR WHICH HE W . . .
