CHAPTER 53
J.D Sanders, unrepentant recluse, entrusted to me and me only the rights to write his biography. The news went around, if not the world, certainly the country. And our environment, above all.
The official story was that the great poet, impressed by my work on Keats, had decided to contact me. That sometimes it popped into his head to play homeless and hang out on the streets of London to discover the real life and that there was an antecedent bond between me, him and Peter would always remain a secret among us.
Peter had known him through ancient bonds between their families, before they both became famous. His paternal grandfather had been a teacher of young Sanders. We started working together and everything proceeded wonderfully. So, both in London and in Paris, I had beco
