'All the unhurried day,' Philip Larkin wrote, addressing a long-dead girl who had been drugged and raped in London, 'Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.' All that day, and many days more, no doubt. But then presumably, since the girl later talked calmly enough to Mayhew, the drawer gradually closed, the glint of the knives softened, and life continued.

LRB 5 May 1983 | PDF Download