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COPYRIGHT 2005 The Spectator Ltd. (UK)
Few things are more awkward than confronting, well past middle age, a truth whose name one has never dared speak. It looks cowardly to have lived a lie for so long. Why, friends ask, did you not tell us earlier?
Fair enough, but if one has said nothing at the outset, the embarrassment at making a belated announcement grows with the passage of time. Because an assumption has never been rebutted, continuing silence is presumed to confirm it. We do not on reaching the age of majority make a formal declaration of the things the world may be getting wrong about us and ought to know. Perhaps we should. So here, 34 years later, is something I lacked the courage to say when I first left home and went out into the world.
I don't see the point of pasta.
Now please do not misunderstand. I do not dislike pasta--how could you? It has almost no...
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