Jacobus Swart In a parody of the synchronic I met up with Jacobus and in doing so I put him out. 'I suppose you've left by now,' said Jacobus on Facebook, 'if so we'll meet some other time. I am off to Budapest.' And then I got a mail saying much the same thing. In fact, at almost the precise moment Jacobus was typing the word Budapest I was looking at a photo album with pictures of Budapest and thinking. 'Should I take these? No. What possible meaning could they have.' 'What people don't realise,' said Jacobus, 'is that there is a connection with that woman cooking a stew in her house and that rabbit running across the road.' I came across Jacobus through his close mentor and father figure, William G. Gray. Josephine, the old lady who used to work managing bookshops and who then worked at the Oxfam bookshop in Twickenham and who always said: 'I like matching up a book with a person,' helped m
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