There is a charm in improvised eating which a regular meal lacks, and there was a glamour never to be recaptured in secret picnics on long sunny mornings on the roof of the Hall . . . I would sit up there with my cousin Tooter, consuming sweets bought with our weekly pocket money and discussing possible futures . . . The sweets I remember best were white and tubular, much thinner than any cigarette, fulled with a dark chocolate filling. If I found one now I am sure that it would have the taste of hope. Graham Greene
Happy Halloween, all! May you find as choice a costume as the one worn above!