"A pavement artist has done you, sir, very lifelike. I saw it myself this morning at Hyde Park Corner."
Arnold Bennett's man Fred told him, March 29, 1927. He noted it in his private journal, adding the comment: "New manifestation of fame." There was a touch of poetic fitness in it, for he had written some years before that to him the word 'pavement' was one of the most beautiful in the English language.
"Total of words for the year, 353,250. Not bad."
Here lies, in fine a connoisseur of living For whom adventure lurked in every breath; Shall not his soul go forth without misgiving To greet the Great Adventure which is Death?