Had a pleasant transatlantic phone call this afternoon, on which Lily confirmed that the servant standing behind her in the photo is made of wax. She’s adopted my father’s terminology after spending the week with him: “When Banjo first saw him,” she reported, “he thought he was making tinkle.”

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