happiest and most natural thing in the world……what?
He went home talking to himself and to the moon; that was
very high and small; stumbling at the flashes of moonlight from
the puddles at his feet; wondering What the Hanover! then
laughing confidently to the moon; assuring her this was first
class; this was。
In the morning he woke up and thought about it; and for the
first time in his life; knew what it was to feel really acutely
irritable; in a misery of real bad temper。 After bawling and
snarling at Tilly; he took himself off for very shame; to be
alone。 And looking at the ashen fields and the putty roads; he
wondered what in the name of Hell he could do to get out of this
prickly sense of disgust and physical repulsion。 And he knew
that this was the result of his glorious evening。
And his stomach did not want any more brandy。 He went
doggedly across the fields with his terrier; and looked at
everything with a jaundiced eye。
The next evening found him back again in his place at the
〃Red Lion〃; moderate and decent。 There he sat and stubbornly
waited for what would happen next。
Did he; or did he not believe that he belonged to this world
of Cossethay and Ilkeston? There was nothing in it he wanted。
Yet could he ever get out of it? Was there anything in himself
that would carry him out of it? Or was he a dunderheaded baby;
not man enough to be like the other young fellows who drank a
good deal and wenched a little without any question; and were
satisfied。
He went on stubbornly for a time。 Then the strain became too
great for him。 A hot; accumulated consciousness was always awake
in his chest; his wrists felt sind
became full of lustful images; his eyes seemed blood…flushed。 He
fought with himself furiously; to remain normal。 He did not seek
any woman。 He just went on as if he were normal。 Till he must
either take some action or beat his head against the wall。
Then he went deliberately to Ilkeston; in silence; intent and
beaten。 He drank to get drunk。 He gulped down the brandy; and
more brandy; till his face became pale; his eyes burning。 And