Photo by Man Ray
|Shakespeare by Fernando Vicente|
|Christopher Marlowe (1585), by an unknown artis|
Jack Clancy was dragging on a cigarette as if he was suffocating and it was a little tube of oxygen. His son, looking more than ever like a bantamweight contender, was frowning at the sky, as if wistfully expecting something to swoop down out of it and carry him off to somewhere less grim than this balefully sunlit churchyard.