'More enduring [than the chocolates sent by Eden's mother, which were eaten by rats] was a copy of Robert Bridge's The Spirit of Man, sent to me by my cousin Violet Dickinson who alone among my family had an unerring instinct for the present which would delight one most ... the Bridges anthology, which naturally contained much that was a revelation to a nineteen-year-old boy, made a perfect retreat for the sensibilities. Battered now, it still has a place in my library.'