Of all of them it was the books of White that made me cry for laughter. So utterly funny and so deeply imbued with morality and humaneness. I only came across such books through the partner of my mother, and his friends, who often met in our house. The local library was boring to me. Whn not reading such things, in my teens, I did the Canon, more or less, the Russians, a bit the Germans and French. But White always got me. I guess it was him and is life circumstances that made me fond of the Great Britain of the 1920s.