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It
was
pleasant
in
a
way
.
It
was
almost
enjoyment
.
But
anyhow
,
with
all
the
cocktails
,
all
the
lying
in
warmish
water
and
sunbathing
on
hot
sand
in
hot
sun
,
jazzing
with
your
stomach
up
against
some
fellow
in
the
warm
nights
,
cooling
off
with
ices
,
it
was
a
complete
narcotic
.
And
that
was
what
they
all
wanted
,
a
drug
:
the
slow
water
,
a
drug
;
the
sun
,
a
drug
;
jazz
,
a
drug
;
cigarettes
,
cocktails
,
ices
,
vermouth
.
To
be
drugged
!
Enjoyment
!
Enjoyment
!
Hilda
half
liked
being
drugged
.
She
liked
looking
at
all
the
women
,
speculating
about
them
.
The
women
were
absorbingly
interested
in
the
women
.
How
does
she
look
!
what
man
has
she
captured
?
what
fun
is
she
getting
out
of
it
?
-
-
The
men
were
like
great
dogs
in
white
flannel
trousers
,
waiting
to
be
patted
,
waiting
to
wallow
,
waiting
to
plaster
some
woman
’
s
stomach
against
their
own
,
in
jazz
.
Hilda
liked
jazz
,
because
she
could
plaster
her
stomach
against
the
stomach
of
some
so
-
called
man
,
and
let
him
control
her
movement
from
the
visceral
centre
,
here
and
there
across
the
floor
,
and
then
she
could
break
loose
and
ignore
’
the
creature
’
.
He
had
been
merely
made
use
of
.
Poor
Connie
was
rather
unhappy
.
She
wouldn
’
t
jazz
,
because
she
simply
couldn
’
t
plaster
her
stomach
against
some
’
creature
’
s
’
stomach
.
She
hated
the
conglomerate
mass
of
nearly
nude
flesh
on
the
Lido
:
there
was
hardly
enough
water
to
wet
them
all
.
She
disliked
Sir
Alexander
and
Lady
Cooper
.
She
did
not
want
Michaelis
or
anybody
else
trailing
her
.
The
happiest
times
were
when
she
got
Hilda
to
go
with
her
away
across
the
lagoon
,
far
across
to
some
lonely
shingle
-
bank
,
where
they
could
bathe
quite
alone
,
the
gondola
remaining
on
the
inner
side
of
the
reef
.
Then
Giovanni
got
another
gondolier
to
help
him
,
because
it
was
a
long
way
and
he
sweated
terrifically
in
the
sun
.
Giovanni
was
very
nice
:
affectionate
,
as
the
Italians
are
,
and
quite
passionless
.
The
Italians
are
not
passionate
:
passion
has
deep
reserves
.
They
are
easily
moved
,
and
often
affectionate
,
but
they
rarely
have
any
abiding
passion
of
any
sort
.
So
Giovanni
was
already
devoted
to
his
ladies
,
as
he
had
been
devoted
to
cargoes
of
ladies
in
the
past
.
He
was
perfectly
ready
to
prostitute
himself
to
them
,
if
they
wanted
him
:
he
secretly
hoped
they
would
want
him
.
They
would
give
him
a
handsome
present
,
and
it
would
come
in
very
handy
,
as
he
was
just
going
to
be
married
.
He
told
them
about
his
marriage
,
and
they
were
suitably
interested
.
He
thought
this
trip
to
some
lonely
bank
across
the
lagoon
probably
meant
business
:
business
being
l
’
amore
,
love
.
So
he
got
a
mate
to
help
him
,
for
it
was
a
long
way
;
and
after
all
,
they
were
two
ladies
.
Two
ladies
,
two
mackerels
!
Good
arithmetic
!
Beautiful
ladies
,
too
!
He
was
justly
proud
of
them
.
And
though
it
was
the
Signora
who
paid
him
and
gave
him
orders
,
he
rather
hoped
it
would
be
the
young
milady
who
would
select
him
for
l
’
amore
.
She
would
give
more
money
too
.
The
mate
he
brought
was
called
Daniele
.
He
was
not
a
regular
gondolier
,
so
he
had
none
of
the
cadger
and
prostitute
about
him
.
He
was
a
sandola
man
,
a
sandola
being
a
big
boat
that
brings
in
fruit
and
produce
from
the
islands
.
