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Something
hardly
anyone
else
can
have
done
.
I
steeled
myself
when
we
were
naked
.
I
learnt
what
"
to
steel
oneself
"
meant
.
The
last
of
the
Ladymont
me
.
It
’
s
dead
.
I
remember
driving
Piers
’
s
car
somewhere
near
Carcassonne
.
They
all
wanted
me
to
stop
.
But
I
wanted
to
do
eighty
.
And
I
kept
my
foot
down
until
I
did
.
The
others
were
frightened
.
So
was
I
.
But
it
proved
I
could
do
it
.
(
Late
afternoon
.
)
Reading
The
Tempest
again
all
the
afternoon
.
Not
the
same
at
all
,
now
what
’
s
happened
has
happened
.
The
pity
Shakespeare
feels
for
his
Caliban
,
I
feel
(
beneath
the
hate
and
disgust
)
for
my
Caliban
.
Half
-
creatures
.
"
Not
honour
’
d
with
a
human
shape
.
"
"
Caliban
my
slave
,
who
never
yields
us
kind
answer
.
"
"
Whom
stripes
may
move
,
not
kindness
.
"
PROS
.
.
.
and
lodged
thee
In
mine
own
cell
,
till
thou
didst
seek
to
violate
