Dannie Abse has a number of identities, and he's never seemed in much of a hurry to amalgamate them. It's as though he instinctively realised that the conflicts and overlappings of his various selves would provide him with his sustenance as a writer. So the Welshman looks askance at the Londoner and receives a quizzical appraisal in return; the doctor examines his patients but is all too aware that they are examining him while he's about it; and the urbane medical man of letters never forgets that he's a Jew, whether he's in Cardiff or Finchley.
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