Dylan Thomas: No Man More Magical By Andrew Sinclair Holt, Rinehart, 240 pp., $15.95 No man more magical, perhaps; no man more self-consciously contradictory, certainly.
One Christmas was so much like the other in those years around the seatown corner now, out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. All of the Christmases rolled down toward the two-tongued sea like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street.





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