"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.
I heard the impact ofhis leaps come following after me.We ran in vast strides. But that running, you must understand, was analtogether different... read more
