Randall Jarrell:

I’m resting on what seems to be a long seat, and I hear people talking outside my basket. All is calm and so I sleep, until I’m lifted up again at the station.

- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

I can’t get comfortable unless – All of a sudden a breezy
coolness passes through those white rods and strips which baskets are made of and inside of which I squirm, an animal aware that it’s going from one station to another.

. . . I clearly see it, along with the fat, sunburned arm of the
maid carrying it. I can’t see any more of the maid than her arm and its down.

Only one of the books was called Just William. Normally the stories were about the four Outlaws who made up William's gang, but that one was about William when he was on his own, giving a strong focus. Yet somehow it morphed into describing all the books. I blame the BBC, alas.

Love me some Juan

Juan de Pareja?

And, what was her response?

Your hitching map! I remember a Route Nationale heading dead straight out of Calais which seemed to go on forever

Darwin stayed in a house near here on the Mawddach estuary while writing The Descent of Man in the summer of 1869.