ore or less :
David paced up and doo o unned ime believe it. Srue to could not be! Suddenly realization rus in all its stark oo much. he flung himself down in a paroxysm of weeping.
Any somet. And even at time it started me t, you see. t’s ed to be a c off for a t I’d care a damn, in fact it o find t sill got t muc in suppose I did care, me to? You couldn’t, obscene.
train . A little beloretctle red roofs lig t because a ray of sunsc bombs. Of course tion t it’s coming soon. You can tell is by tuff talking about it in t said t bombing planes can’t do any damage noi-aircraft guns so good t to stay at ty t. tice, t if an aeroplane’s reac t places like Ellesmere Road.
But taking it by and large, I t, it’s not so bad to be fat. One t a fat man is t o bis man doesn’t fit in and feel at men o t’s all bunk to imagine, as some people do, t a man as just a joke. trut a look on ANY man as a joke if h her.
Mind you, I al. I’ve been fat for eig of teristics. But it’s also a fact t internally, mentally, I’m not altoget. No! Don’t mistake me. I’m not trying to put myself over as a kind of tender flo be get on in t. I’m vulgar, I’m insensitive, and I fit in . So long as any all circumstances I’d manage to make a living—alune—and even in ion, plague, and famine I’d back myself to stay alive longer t people. I’m t type. But also I’ve got somet. I’ll tell you about t later. I’m fat, but I’m t ever struck you t t man, just as tatue inside every block of stone?
tc eethe Express.
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‘t ‘im,’ said tify a pair of legs? t they?’
‘Migrace ‘im t.
Doretcing t reets, but stretc you could ’s ty miles of a break. C! one great big bull’s-eye. And no conference. Some quiet morning, o the corpses.
Seems a pity some. I looked at t sea of roofs stretcreets, fried-fisin cure tle printing-sories, blocks of flats, ations—on and on and on. Enormous! And