[00:08.31]Gazing quite vacantly into space one day
[00:11.82]sitting up in my bed surrounded by
[00:14.25]a few Sunday papers and their colour supplements
[00:17.43]all of them superficially interesting
[00:20.43]happily unaware that somewhere somebody was aware
[00:23.79]that somewhere somebody was awake and well
[00:27.78]undisturbed
[00:41.73]living on
[00:42.09]Glancing quite speedily through assortments
[00:44.91]of horrible illustrations of atrocities
[00:48.96]and apologies of editors but they felt
[00:51.09]it was necessary for people to see the pictures
[00:54.87]on no account were they attempting
[00:56.94]to boost their paper's circulations
[01:01.47]I felt a wave
[01:01.74]closed my eyes
[01:03.54]which was worse
[03:05.31]Nevertheless I was I suppose
[03:06.69]quite at ease at home with my food
[03:08.82]brought up at intervals to my bed
[03:10.92]with all the sympathy I could want
[03:13.05]and with all the time in the world
[03:15.21]to write thank-you letters to all the people
[03:18.09]kind enough to send Christmas presents
[03:20.31]when they knew I was
[03:21.03]really very
[03:21.72]insignificant