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He had his bad days.
There was, for example, that trouble with the river.
He made little boats out of whole newspapers, an art he learnt by watching the Spender boy, and he set them sailing down the stream-great paper cocked-hats. When they vanished under the bridge which marks the boundary of the strictly private grounds about Eyebright Hous