Sublime

burrowed

I wished the boy safe travels, but these were empty words, for he was clearly doomed,

callous

trenchant,

Leonard needed to bring him to life. To do this he needed someone to write for, someone who would provide his motivation and act as an idealised audience at whom he could pitch little moments of humour and sensitivity. And so he had decided to write the book for Shelley’s little boy Patrick, and named the Roman boy Patrius.

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