The man who got on at Ealing
who got on at Ealing
talks to strangers. He says
a function of a discourse situation.
The leg of his spectacles
held in place with Sellotape.
He knew a mathematician called
Reifenberg, or was it
was lost in the tunnel's
din; in any case
dead now, poor chap,
fell off a mountain in the Dolomites,
but he could drop his prejudices
like the man who got on at Ealing
seeking a mathematical foundation
for language, his manuscript
in a stranger's lap,
about to drop a
bombshell on an unsuspecting world
when the man
who got on at Ealing Broadway
A more or less factual account of an encounter observed on the Central Line in August 1982.
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