"Your uncle," said my mother--all grown-upcousins were uncles by courtesy among the Victorian middle-class--"isn'tmuch to look at or talk to, but he's a Good Hard-Working Man." Therewas a sort of base honourableness about toil, however needless, in thatsystem of inversion. Another point of honour was to rise at or beforedawn, and then laboriously muddle about.
It seemedto them they could never have been really alive before, but onlydimly anticipating existence. They sat face to face beneath anexperienced... read more
