12th September, 1941
Dylan Thomas comes to see me. He wants a job on the B.B.C. He is a fat little man, puffy and pinkish, dressed in very dirty trousers and a loud check coat. I tell him that if he is to be employed by the B.B.C., he must promise not to get drunk.
From Volume II of The Diaries & Letter of Harold Nicolson, The War Years 1939-1945
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