no . It’s no use asking me Coast Defence Force o do. Even at t time nobody pretended to kno didn’t exist. It a sc ed to exist all along t ed for about t of bubble, and tten, and I’d been forgotten . My eleven tins of bully beef beerious mission. t bee Lidgebird. Lidgebird o be doing t I remained guarding tins of bully beef from o t, but it’s trut time even t didn’t seem particularly strange. By 1918 one out of t of expecting to happen in a reasonable manner.
Once a mont me an enormous official form calling upon me to state tion of pick-axes, entrencools, coils of barbed s, erproof groundss, first-aid outfits, ss of corrugated iron, and tins of plum and apple jam under my care. I just entered ‘nil’ against everyt tly filing t more forms, and filing t erious ten my existence. I didn’t jog ter t didn’t lead any so burning riotism t I ed to get out of it.
It of t tle s of sand. Nine mont rained, and tlantic. t Private Lidgebird, myself, tisins of bully beef. Lidgebird muc of t t gardener before eresting to see ing to type. Even before I got to tarted planting spuds, in tumn cill about ivation, at tarted keeping to quite a number by to t crossed o t Coast Defence Force ually existed. It surprise me to ill, raising pigs and potatoes on t o be. I o him.
Meanime job—reading.
t a feions and nearly all of tripe t people ories and so fort at some time or ot books are are not. I myself, at time, didn’t knoarily read ective stories and once in a ty sex book. God kno set up to be a if you’d asked me t Me, or (in memory of t ention of reading. But to do, reaming doaring me in temporary s t. Naturally I started to read to end, t as muctempt to discriminate as a pig s hrough a pail of garbage.
But in among t from t it run a I suddenly discovered Marcel Proust or in t no so you strike a book tal level you’ve reac t, so muc it seems to ten especially for you. One of tory of Mr Polly, in a cion it o be broug up, try too come