It was a handsome house with thick walls. The windows on the west side looked
towards Connemara, Mayo and the Sea. Those to the south scanned Dorset, The
Downs and Marlborough — the windows to the north overlooked Iceland and those
to the east, India. The front door was wide and always open. The Antichamber
was full of people coming and going, administrators, doctors, dentists,
critics, power men and smooth business agents, the everyday encounter who
would say if asked that Louis was shy, arrogant, cold, polite, unapproachable,
they didn’t really know him, they would say...