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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our immortals: "Of course my dear Dean Inge, I am biased, my son was a carpenter.".
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our immortals: Ah Mr Hardy, Mr Hardy, if you only knew all the circumstances.
(1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our immortals: Count Leo Tolstoi suspecting an element of sensuality in the Heavenly choir.
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our immortals: First act, third scene of an old and original comedy by G.B.S.
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our immortals: Much more of this from you George Bernard Shaw and Dr Freud shall hear of it!.
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our immortals: Thomas Carlyle in a more perfect world regretting the absence of something to denounce.
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our immortals: Thomas Hardy finds evidence of canker in the fields of asphode.
(about 1928)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our poets no.1: The White slavers muse - or "Go earn me a Rolls Royce or two".
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our psycho analysts The sweating Sphynx or The Secret revealed.
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our psycho analysts: And I did so love telling my dreams at breakfast.
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our psycho analysts: Dr Freud; "Naughty, naughty, who's been thinking pure thoughts again.".
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our psycho analysts: Dr. Freud introduces a patient to her subconscious.
(c.1929)
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Will Dyson (1880–1938)
Our psycho analysts: Freud pointing out to the spirit of scandal the new world of the unconscious.
(c.1929)
