after a couple of hours of this, someone said, 'Shouldn't we phone someone to say he's dead?' So it was he died as he lived, this amazing hour or so with his friends around. That was such a Liverpool thing, to deal with a death in that way. He was there. He was just there." This story is revealing of her loyalty as a friend and to what nuns in her convent school would have named her "calling".
from The Sunday Times: Poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy on the new language of unlove
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