During the course of my day, I spoke to an elderly lady whose son was stationed with the Royal Air Force, in India, during the Second World War. There he witnessed parents condemn their children’s lives to those of beggars. This was achieved by binding their hands extremely tightly while they formed clenched fists. Eventually, their nails would protrude through the backs of their hands, thereby, rendering them useless.
This evening, I walked and jogged to Miranda by a quarter to eight. The centre of the suburb was seemingly occupied by gatherings of young ruffians, who loitered about as they smoked.
The motion picture, “Torn Curtain”, screened on television from half past eight. Bearing the copyright of 1966, it stars Paul Newman and Julie Andrews.