Think I’ll get a manicure …

15 May, 2019 at 21:52 | Posted in Varia | 2 Comments

In 1936, Keynes sat next to the British playwright W.H. Auden at a dinner and paid close attention to his fingers. Auden, wrote Keynes,

skidwas most​ charming, intelligent, straightforward​, youthful, a sort of senior undergraduate; altogether delightful, but but but — his finger nails are eaten to the bones with dirt and wet, one of the worst cases ever, like a preparatory schoolboy.

So the infantilism is not altogether put on. It was most disconcerting​.

For all other impressions so favourable.

But those horrid fingers cannot lie. They must be believed.

2 Comments

  1. Keynes didn’t get outside much, huh?

  2. Acute observation.


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