Beatrice And Her Good-luck Bracelet
The heir to a large fortune, Beatrice Bulford didn’t
really need to push herself academically,
and though she’s always regarded herself as socially conscious,
still sups £50 bottles of champagne at Glyndebourne Opera,
an event I attended with my wife, who felt these occasions
would help me advance in the world of academia.
However, all I achieved was to annoy Doctor Bishoprigg,
vice princ...
Wednesday 14th August 2019 6:54 pm
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