My father was a romancer and most of my memories of him are colored, I fear, by an untruthfulness that I must have caught from him, like one of the colds that ran round the family.


Memories of a Catholic Girlhood (1957)


My father was a romancer and most of my memories of him are colored, I fear, by an untruthfulness that I must have caught from him, like one of the...

My father was a romancer and most of my memories of him are colored, I fear, by an untruthfulness that I must have caught from him, like one of the...

My father was a romancer and most of my memories of him are colored, I fear, by an untruthfulness that I must have caught from him, like one of the...

My father was a romancer and most of my memories of him are colored, I fear, by an untruthfulness that I must have caught from him, like one of the...