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I read this 50 years ago, and thought that it was fairly funny then. On a re-read, I think that it is brilliant satire, of a very dark and bitter kind - for example, Barlow looking for something by his suicide roommate Sir Francis Hinsley for the memorial service, and finding only the book review, and the verse fragment when Barlow tries to write a poem for the service.
I don't think that this is something anyone should read if they want some light comedic relief.
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