LAUGHING TORSO I had always wanted to cut off my hair—I never had very much—but my friend had said, " You must never cut your hair off." The first thing that I did was to get it cut. To my delight it curled and I wore a fringe. I felt a sense of freedom. A large fair man, who was a poet, was brought to see me the day after I had come back. He came to see me every day at five o'clock, and after the fourth day my sobs ceased at that hour. He took me to dinner one evening at a restaurant called the Eiffel Tower. Some artists and poets went there. We had a very good dinner and the proprietor seemed very pleased to see him. I soon recovered from my passion and started to work again. He wrote me a poem which I still have, but as his handwriting is rather difficult I can only make out some of it. I sent a picture to the New English Art Club which was accepted and which was hung on the line. Epstein saw it and liked it very much and spoke about me to people. I knew a man called Redmond Howard; he was the nephew of John Redmond. He was a journalist and, like the rest of us, generally in financial difficulties. Once he pawned all his possessions and was left only with a top-hat and a frock coat. John Flanagan, the painter, lived in Fitzroy Street and he had supper parties consisting of sausages and mashed. One day a man came to my room and bought a drawing. Howard turned up and I said, " Let's go for a drink.35 He replied, " If you don't mind do buy me a pair of socks instead/3 We went to Berwick market and got a pair of socks.