[Redbook1:214-215][19710816:2300b]{A
trip to Scotland
[continued]}[16th August 1971]
Monday 16th August 1971
11pm
[continued]
The family
fascinate and intrigue me, and I'm not quite sure why. Father [N], [...], is apparently teased by
his [colleagues], (who are fond of him, I am told) but revered by at least one
of their wives, possibly more, in a peculiar way: he is thought to be one of
the kindest people, which is true up to a point, but only in a selective sense. He has certainly been very kind to me,
refraining from returning my remarks in kind as I know he can. He stayed with us for several weeks
([...?]). He seems recently to have
pulled off one of the cleverest tricks I have seen: he has moved his family permanently into the
country, where only one of them really wanted to be, (himself protesting the
while that he didn't want to do it) and has procured for himself, alone, a flat
in London. I don't know one other [of
his colleagues] who could have pulled that one off, though God knows some of
them would like to.
I am told
that D, his wife, is in fact painfully shy.
Of course it is nice to say that of people who frighten one so that one
can pity them; it may be true. She
frightens me sometimes. She has been at
times very unkind to N in the hearing of others. But she has always been very nice to me, on
the few occasions when we had met; in some ways I prefer her to N. I cannot remember her face.
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