I think I wrote the most solemn reply to him in my life: Ivor, it was the tide that he and I shared for twenty years, and now it has been taken away by the stunning coastline. But I always think that at the height of the sound of the waves, he said to me, Momo, how could I not love you? It's enough for me to remember for the rest of my life.
(One of my favorite youth articles, unpublished.)