"I've measured it from side to side
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide"
Though apparently he did revise the lines at a later date - too late though, if a schoolboy (or girl) was going to remember anything, it was this!
But not to dwell on some of the lesser stuff from his copious outpourings, what did impress me so much (so long ago) was his description of one of those moments when your world lights up; when an image, idea, occasion or vision presents itself to you when you are feeling rather down - he called them a 'spot of time' - they give our lives a special something; an indefinable improvement; a little moment when the edges of the rest of the world softens to a blur as the thing you feel or perceive is brought to a sudden, sharper focus. And it can be anything that does it - you can't know beforehand what it will be.
And although yesterday I was not feeling in the slightest bit 'down', I had a spot of time myself that I will treasure forever. I was in the apartment, probably trying to tidy up a bit before going off to the English centre to my Spanish group, and I heard a group of children outside in the street below. Out of curiosity, I went onto the balcony to look - and there I saw my Ruy walking up along - looking up and waving at me along with half his classmates. I waved back til they went past then grabbed my camera - and captured the moment that makes me so happy.
A real 'spot of time' for me. We all have them, don't we.