Nicholls’s, where the regular metallic music of the presses never seemed to stop day or night, but became another funky melody in a district of singular tunes. The first edition of “Fanny Hill” was published here and the police impounded a dozen or so presses and arrested three secretaries, one was Graham Standen’s sister, [who, in front of me, washed her legs in a bowl of hot water in front of the fire with her stockings on, to kill two birds with one stone, she said]. Illicit [and illegal] copies of the rude book furtively changed hands in the Navi and the Alec for months afterwards, briefly contributing to the burgeoning underground counter culture of the time. [Or maybe it was just a prurient fascination with a dirty book].