antagonism zap

I could ask, Did he tell you how I refused him when heasked me to go to Hampton Court that day?
You would have had to form up and follow behind him. I will walk; I will notchange the rhythm of my mind by stopping, by looking; I will walk. I pad about the house all day long in apron and slippers, like mymother who died of cancer.
That man there, by thecabinet; he lives you say, surrounded by china pots. Now a full-grown man; now uprightstanding in sun or rain. Bernard, meanwhile, flops red-eyed into some arm-chair.
Birds swooped andcircled high up in the air. One cannot liveoutside the machine for more perhaps than half an hour.
I pad about the house all day long in apron and slippers, like mymother who died of cancer.
I like factory chimneys and cranes and lorries. And as I buttoned on my coat to go home I said more dramatically,I have lost my youth.
Now the shadow has fallen and the purple light slants downwards.
Here we can be silent, orspeak without raising our voices.
Theyrustled stiffly in the random breeze.
I am blown like a leaf by the gale; nowbrushing the wet grass, now whirled up.
The sun no longer stood in the middle of the sky.
I am no longer amazed by names written over shop-windows. The butcher calls; themilk has to be stood under a shade lest it should sour.
I amsick of prettiness; I am sick of privacy.
Night opens;night traversed by wandering moths; night hiding lovers roaming toadventure.
This is life;Mr Prentice at four; Mr Eyres at four-thirty.

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