by J. B. PRIESTLEY
" Now tell me," said the lady, " all about yourself." The effect was instantaneous, shattering. Up to that moment, I had been feeling expansive. My expansive mood suddenly shrivelled to nothing; every richly-dyed shred of personality was stripped from me and there remained only my naked, shivering mortality.' In a reading related to the preceding edition of Bookshelf, one of Priestley's early essays is read by Colin Douglas. Producer JOHN KNIGHT
(A programme on Priestley's wartime postscripts: Sat 10.15)