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That short occasion, in Brighton, the first summer it must have been that he was ill, for he looked perfectly all right, as well as ever, I was asked for the first time to lecture about my work, on some sort of course for foreign students, Patrick was coarse leader, as he liked to write it, had two or three graduate dollies or undergraduates to lead, and had a house in Brighton. I told Tony I was coming down, we met, he heard my lecture, most of which were ideas which we had discussed, fought over, for years, we discussed, fought over them again, for the benefit of the students, I hope they benefited, Patrick joined in, it was probably a bit over their heads, their English was not too good, as I remember, but we enjoyed it, I stayed the night, made a visit of it, at Patrick's suggestion. At some point Tony, Patrick, and I played cricket, makeshift cricket, in the garden, it had a small garden, overgrown shrubs, lawn good though, the house, it was in Hove rather than in Brighton, now I remember, that house. Patrick took photographs. What did we use for wickets, a bat? Patrick must have provided these, I cannot think that either Tony or I went prepared to play garden cricket on this occasion.         Tony did come to lunch, yes, that was I think sure, but not June, she was busy, I think, I cannot be sure, and after the lecture we went to play miniature golf, on the front, a sporting day out from London, for me, obviously. Some of the students came too, to play golf. Afterwards we went to a pub on the front, several of us, drinking, Tony and Patrick, and June as well, yes, she must have joined us, then, in the evening. And some of the students too, blond Scandinavians, handsome women.                           Yet I could see he was very              ill at ease, in his mind, he no longer concentrated on ideas, thoughts, arguments, with the same dedication.