Look at that
filing system like an arsenal of wisdom. Useless wisdom, I admit,
but anyhow not idleness."
"There's still bodily idleness. No. That's your trouble. You're
stuffy. You've enlarged your liver. You sit in this room of a warm
morning after an extravagant breakfast--. And peep and covet."
"Just eggs and bacon!"
"Think of it! Coffee and toast it ought to be. Come out of it,
Billy, and get aired."
"How can one?"
"Easily. Come out of it now. Come for a walk, you Pig!"
"It's an infernally warm morning.
"Walk with me to Grantchester."
"We might go by boat. You could row."
"WALK."
"I ought to do these papers."
"You weren't doing them."
"No. . . ."
"Walk with me to Grantchester. All this affliction of yours is--
horrid--and just nothing at all. Come out of it! I want you to
come with me to Russia and about the world. I'm going to leave my
wife--"
"Leave your wife!"
"Why not? And I came here hoping to find you clear-headed, and
instead you are in this disgusting state. I've never met anything
in my life so hot and red and shiny and shameless.
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