THE MEMOIRS OF A CROSS-EYED MAN, by James Wellard (246 pp.; St. Martin's Press: $3). Hulking British Schoolmaster Thomas Ashe was a flop as a ladies' man, and knew it. His nose was bulbous, his mustache like a thicket, and his eyes were crossed. But when he is crowding 49, they suddenly blaze with fresh fervor at the sight of an 18-year-old ballerina named Shala Delisle. He sees in her "the meaning and import of my life, my un-climbed peak, my terra incognita, my uncharted sea, my route to the Blessed Isles." Ignited with a Galahad-pure flame of romance. Ashe chucks...
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