Did I expect my throat to be untroubled in the coming year?
In the strong easterly breeze the bunting was going bananas, flapping against upstairs windows all night like some unnamed horror from the Hollywood spirit world. The King was coming to Dedham.
The last temptation of Munnings came after he was elected President of the Royal Academy, an appointment that astonished the miller’s son. He managed to épater the Academicians by denouncing the Arts Council, the Tate and Picasso in particular. But his peppery hatred of modernists did not destroy his own artistic genius.
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