Reviews

“I was in a deck chair gently ripening to a roseate hue in the brilliant sunshine of southern Florida, looking out past the golden sand and assorted geriatrics to the Atlantic Ocean. I was in a strange condition which could be described as neither life nor death but something in between; a kind of air-conditioned purgatory. Not to put too fine a point on it, I had retired and gone to live in America.” — “Rumpole And The Age For Retirement” p. 406 from “The First Rumpole Omnibus,” (Penguin Books, 1983).