Exercise Books

A Rhode Island White rooster with smooth pure white plumage and a red single comb, in an oatmeal wool cardigan with brown leather elbow patches over a pale blue checked shirt, seated upright like a gentleman at a scrubbed wooden kitchen table in the evening, folded white wing feathers resting on the table and one scaled yellow rooster foot with talons resting on the chair rung, a stack of plain light-blue exercise books with a red apple on top, one book open with faint ruled lines, a red pencil lying beside it, a brown teapot and a pale green cup of tea, a green glass-shaded brass lamp giving warm light, a dresser of white plates and a dusk-blue window behind

Thirty-One Books by Ten

Sixty years ago today the world agreed, in writing, that his work mattered. He is observing it at the kitchen table with thirty-one exercise books, the red pencil and a pot of tea gone cold, and on top of the pile, left there by someone near the front, an apple.

5 October 2026