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But all I learned was how to say “Kagoda” – “I surrender”, in Mangani Gorilla language. The final pages were missing, and I read the book 11 times, hoping to find them. While recuperating, I discovered a tattered copy of Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs. From then on I binged on words: The Dandy, The Beano, Shakespeare, Leslie Charteris’s The Saint books, ghost stories and science fiction, comics and pulp magazines cadged from US soldiers whatever came my way. I fell back in the bed and stared through the window at a silver barrage balloon hanging in the sky above Manchester and couldn’t stop trembling. I must have been decoding them unconsciously for some time, but the moment of realising that I understood the words, that I could read All By Myself, seemed to be instantaneous. I could read the speech bubbles because my mother had taught me capital letters, but the extended captions under the pictures in upper and lower case were beyond me. My favourite character was Stonehenge Kit the Ancient Brit. In March 1941, aged six, I was lying in bed in an isolation hospital, recovering from measles, whooping cough and meningitis, and looking at the Knockout comic.
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