Ken Russell, the now sadly deceased British film director, told me he considered Jarman a visionary.

The discovery amused me exceedingly and I laughed; and Jarman, baffled, descended to his own floor.

Jarman essayed a few witticisms of a general character, of which nobody took any notice.

I recalled with a shudder that horrible night when I had sneaked home to change my things prior to going off to bury Jarman.

I was trying to understand the situation, when Jarman, seizing me somewhat roughly by the arm, suggested my going to bed.

My impression is that Mr Jarman was never so happy as when he realised that he was absolute master of the situation.