I also listened to this over and over as a child! You writing about it makes it come back to me like a series of events. I can't quite hear the narrator's voice but I feel like it's dissolved in the memory. Gosh, the funeral! I'd forgotten the whole pre-Toronto section.

Every so often, unbidden, I still think the words, "Far, far beyond. Good afternoon." I don't know why that's what stuck. And when years later I was set to memorise poems, I chose 'Fear no more the heat of the sun' because it turns up in this book.