"When one is very old, as I am," George Bernard Shaw wrote in 1946, "one of the unpleasant things seems to be that your legs give in before your head does, and you are always stumbling about. I tumble down about three times a week quite regularly . . ." Fortnight ago, while walking in the garden of his home at Ayot St. Lawrence in Hertfordshire, the 94-year-old playwright fell and broke his left thigh bone. Carted off to Luton and Dunstable Hospital, he soon got into an argument about his 74-year-old once-red beard,...
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