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It’s a Graham Greene morning. Today’s Story of the Day is one I read as often as I can:

“It wasn’t hard for Philip to escape; they’d forgotten him completely. He went down the back, the servants’ stairs, because Mrs. Baines was in the hall. He didn’t understand what she was doing lying there; like the pictures in a book no one had read to him, the things he didn’t understand terrified him. The whole house had been turned over to the grown-up world; he wasn’t safe in the night nursery; their passions had flooded in. The only thing he could do was to get away, by the back stairs, and up through the area, and never come back. He didn’t think of the cold, of the need for food and sleep; for an hour it would seem quite possible to escape from people for ever.”