less than a month's residence. My main crime was not removing my shoes when I entered the house after 9:00 P.M., the hour at which her husband went to sleep. Also I occasionally forgot the injunction not to flush the toilet at similar hours and, even worse, I went out after 10:00 P.M. Nothing in Cambridge was then open, and my motives were suspect. John and Elizabeth Kendrew rescued me with the offer, at almost no rent, of a tiny room in their house on Tennis Court Road. It was unbelievably damp and heated only by an aged electric heater. Nonetheless, I eagerly accepted the offer. Though it looked like an open invitation to tuberculosis, living with friends was infinitely preferable to any other digs I might find at this late moment so without any reluctance I decided to stay at Tennis Court Road until my financial
http://vocescubanas.com/cubafotosocial/2011/08/06/mario-felix-lleonart/ picture improved. ~~7~~ FROM my first day in the lab I knew I would not leave Cambridge for a long time, Departing would be idiocy, for I had immediately discovered the fun of talking to Francis Crick
