I remember reading one of his books - a collection of his monologues - on a train journey from Coventry to London Euston, and looking up to see a field full of dandelions. My first thought was that this was tortoise heaven. It was that sort of thinking his writing used to inspire in me.
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Spalding Gray dies
I remember reading one of his books - a collection of his monologues - on a train journey from Coventry to London Euston, and looking up to see a field full of dandelions. My first thought was that this was tortoise heaven. It was that sort of thinking his writing used to inspire in me.
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