Volume 41, Number 9 · May 12, 1994
A Way In the World
By V.S. Naipaul
On my seventeenth birthday I became an acting second-class clerk in the Registrar-General's Department. It was a filling-in job, between leaving school and going away to England, to the university; and it was one of the most hopeful times in my life. The Registrar-General's Department was in the Red House, in St. Vincent Street. This was one of the first streets I had got to know in Port of Spain.
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