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Plot / Content: Rating: g The second that appeared in a series of fictional diaries by a public schoolboy in the early part of the twentieth century. The homosexual element varies from diary to diary and is usually minimal and indirect. Background / Biography: The writer, who calls himself "Aubrey Fowkes" in the diaries, also wrote under the pseudonym "Esmond Quinterley". No other biographical information is available. For other Fortune Press titles, including Diary of the Teens series, from Arbery Books, click here. Reviews: Arbery Books also sells secondhand and rare non-gay fiction and non-fiction. Click here for our full list. |
"Quite fascinated, I listened to his purring voice, and I watched the fire flaring and felt its pleasant glow. I felt I'd never been so comfortable at Portlow, and never so honoured. Here he was, nearly top of the school, reading me, a fag, his poems that he surely prized above all. And how his poems bubble with life! They seem to me as good as the stuff you read in books - at least the modern stuff. One poem, Ode To A Dead Boy, specially interested me. The last lines are: And ever I dream of the boy, And ever his smile comes back. - What boy is that, if you dont mind my asking, Keir? I said. - Oh, just a boy, he said, swaying on his chair. -Don't you think of particular people when you write poems like that? I said. - Naturally I think of particular people. Why do you ask? -Oh nothing, I said, rather embarrassed. -What do you think of things in the house this term? he said, suddenly changing the conversation. -The house would be all right but for a few fellows, I said. And I wanted to say more and bring up the rotten way certain fellows have behaved to him on 1st house, but I just couldnt. Does Laverack make you fag hard? he asked. -Nothing to write home about. But I wish I was your fag. -Do you really? he said quite eagerly. -Yes, honestly I do. You'd spoil me, I know. But I dont mind being spoilt. -It's funny how people know so little about you, he said. -I don't want people to know much about me, I said. He laughed. Then Emershurst, one of his fags, blew in from the match. So I took the chance to bone off, not before thanking him most awfully. I didnt want it to get all round the house I'd been in his study half the afternoon. Scandal is so filthy and it sticks to you like mud. And now as I write I can still see myself sitting by his fire and listening to his poetry and feeling delighted. At last I've won the affection of a really clever boy. At last I'm being treated as an equal." pp 33- 34 Secondhand booksellers |
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