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From: | Gertie Page |
Subject: | appall multilateral |
Date: | Tue, 12 Sep 2006 16:48:10 -0400 |
I bought my love roses, red roses in
June.
Yourfeet clogged with the mud of the worlds haste
and greed andfoolishness.
He had been called out once before duringthe night,
and his body resented the second disturbance. You are absolutely right about wanting
tohelp Pentreath.
He looked through the glassdoors into the
foyer.
The days work follows an exultantly tender
night.
Kit saw much of the humour and the pathos, buthe
did not see them as his fellows saw them. Christopher thought that he had never seen
his father looking sohappy and so well.
Their eyes were full of the varying lights of
thenight.
AndKit, in the out-patient department, had seen
women with that lookupon their faces. Quite, and Kits hand-grip was steady and
reassuring. Dont take my job away, my son, until I haveseen it
finished.
But turning life into anorderly cabbage patch wont
cure appetites. No need to keep the blinds down, old chap.
The girl took a look at him as they passed under a
lamp.
Kit had a feeling that they were slipping into a
swift andextraordinary intimacy.
He feltfull of an abominable and delightful desire
to sleep. He washed his hands again, and put on his coat, and stood for amoment by
the bed. My friend is going to have supper withme.
Also Kit met people in the Chelsea house, people
who mattered, whohad done things. A cup of tea stoodon the table within reach of his
hand.
For months he had had a sense of drifting, and his
character wasnot that of a drifter. He saw what London did to people, andwhat people
did to themselves and to each other.
I sell programmes, and dohalf the stalls.
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