Breyten Breytenbach: so jy het met Elizabeth Sneddon gestudeer?

Ja.  Hulle het gedink ek sal 'n nuwe Francois Swart wees.  My rondgewys, soos 'n 

BB: .. trofie.  Ek weet.  Nadime Gordimer het my ook so voorgestel. He is different, not like the others. 

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and Francois, Professor?

Elizabeth Sneddon:  Oh no, he is dead.  Alcohol.  When his people put him on a pedestal, he had to ask why they were putting him there.  He didn’t want to be those reasons, so he drank.

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Zwartberg Hoërskool is the local, traditionally white private school:  this had to change, like everything else.  Now it is 80% coloured, who don't pay the school fees, so it is in a perpetual financial crisis.   I sent various letters to the art teachers, inviting the students, all ignored. 

A rabid phone call. She wants – with my permission -  to bring the students.  Some of them are disadvantaged, and will misbehave.  Did I mind?

Oh all that will happen is that some of them will giggle. 

She will come too -  did I mind?  - to discipline them.   Maybe they can do an exam project on my work. 

She has been pushed, and I have a good idea by whom.  You mean that you haven't taken them there yet?

Nou gaan die poppe dans.

in the beginning

for TM.    We met in London, one could say an improbable attraction. He was a quiet American, and I.  Both Cancer, both with Scorpio women, both trying with great difficulties to conceive.  They would. He has his own views on my motivation, I recall wanting to corrupt him.  I remember dancing.  Lying naked on his table, he stroked my cock.   Drugs were the catalysts.  North + South West London masses, fuelled with coke, ecstasy, ketamin.  Attraction/repulsion. 

Things would go deeper, with the years.

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Isak wants him to buy the large rondavel next door.

Then i was jet setting.  Now he is.