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"
Writing
a
book
,
actually
.
Wartime
experiences
and
all
that
.
See
my
publisher
.
"
There
was
something
forlorn
about
him
;
I
could
imagine
him
briskly
dashing
about
like
a
destructive
Boy
Scout
,
blowing
up
bridges
and
wearing
picturesque
offbeat
uniforms
;
but
he
had
to
live
in
this
dull
new
welfare
world
,
like
a
stranded
archosaur
.
He
went
hurriedly
on
.
"
You
’
ll
piss
blood
for
England
.
It
’
ll
be
worse
for
you
.
With
no
Greek
.
And
you
’
ll
drink
.
Everyone
does
.
You
have
to
.
"
He
talked
about
retsina
and
aretsinato
,
raki
and
ouzo
—
and
then
about
women
.
"
The
girls
in
Athens
are
strictly
O
.
O
.
B
.
Unless
you
want
the
pox
.
"
"
No
talent
on
the
island
?
"
"
Nix
,
old
boy
.
Women
are
about
the
ugliest
in
the
Aegean
.
And
anyway
—
village
honor
.
Makes
that
caper
highly
dangerous
.
Shouldn
’
t
advise
it
.
Discovered
that
somewhere
else
once
.
"
He
gave
me
a
curt
grin
,
with
the
appropriate
hooded
look
in
his
eyes
;
T
.
E
.
Lawrence
run
totally
to
seed
.
I
drove
him
back
towards
his
club
.
It
was
a
bronchial
midafternoon
,
already
darkening
,
the
people
,
the
traffic
,
everything
fish
-
gray
.
I
asked
him
why
he
hadn
’
t
stayed
in
the
Army
.
"
Too
damn
orthodox
,
old
boy
.
Specially
in
peacetime
.
"
I
guessed
he
had
been
rejected
for
a
permanent
commission
;
there
was
something
obscurely
wild
and
unstable
about
him
under
the
officer
’
s
-
mess
mannerisms
.
We
came
to
where
he
wanted
to
be
dropped
off
.
