Murphy sat in a mew in West Brompton for six months, facing the possibility of relocating. He sat naked in his undressed teak rocking-chair, isolated from the sun. A cuckoo-clock echoed a street-cry saying Quid pro quo. The mew was condemned, and he would soon have to adjust to new surroundings. Read The Rest at :
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