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He
grinned
.
"
It
never
did
to
me
,
either
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
comes
of
being
a
hybrid
—
you
never
really
know
what
you
are
.
My
mother
never
really
knew
what
I
was
,
either
—
at
least
she
never
could
prove
it
,
and
she
always
held
it
against
me
that
on
account
of
that
she
could
not
get
an
allowance
for
me
.
It
made
me
kind
of
sour
about
things
when
I
was
a
kid
,
and
when
I
left
school
I
used
to
go
to
meetings
—
more
or
less
any
kind
of
meetings
as
long
as
they
were
protesting
against
something
.
And
that
led
to
me
getting
mixed
up
with
the
lot
that
used
to
come
to
them
.
I
suppose
they
found
me
kind
of
amusing
.
Anyway
,
they
used
to
take
me
along
to
arty
-
political
sorts
of
parties
.
After
a
bit
I
got
tired
of
being
amusing
and
seeing
them
give
a
kind
of
double
laugh
,
half
with
me
and
half
at
me
,
whenever
I
said
what
I
thought
.
I
reckoned
I
needed
some
of
the
background
knowledge
they
had
,
and
then
I
’
d
be
able
to
laugh
at
them
a
bit
,
maybe
,
so
I
started
going
to
evening
classes
,
and
I
practiced
talking
the
way
they
did
,
for
use
when
necessary
.
There
’
s
a
whole
lot
of
people
don
’
t
seem
to
understand
that
you
have
to
talk
to
a
man
in
his
own
language
before
he
’
ll
take
you
seriously
.
If
you
talk
tough
and
quote
Shelley
they
think
you
’
re
cute
,
like
a
performing
monkey
or
something
,
but
they
don
’
t
pay
any
at
-
tendon
to
what
you
say
.
You
have
to
talk
the
kind
of
lingo
they
’
re
accustomed
to
taking
seriously
.
And
it
works
the
other
way
too
.
Half
the
political
intelligentsia
who
talk
to
a
working
audience
don
’
t
get
the
value
of
their
stuff
across
—
not
so
much
because
they
’
re
over
their
audience
’
s
heads
,
as
because
half
the
chaps
are
listening
to
the
voice
and
not
to
the
words
,
so
they
knock
a
big
discount
off
what
they
do
hear
because
it
’
s
all
a
bit
fancy
,
and
not
like
ordinary
,
normal
talk
.
So
I
reckoned
the
thing
to
do
was
to
make
myself
bilingual
,
and
use
the
right
one
in
the
right
place
—
and
occasionally
the
wrong
one
in
the
wrong
place
,
unexpectedly
.
Surprising
how
that
jolts
‘
em
.
Wonderful
thing
,
the
English
caste
system
.
Since
then
I
’
ve
made
out
quite
nicely
in
the
orating
business
.
Not
what
you
’
d
call
a
steady
job
,
but
full
of
interest
and
variety
.
.
.
Wilfred
Coker
.
Meetings
addressed
.
Subject
no
object
.
That
’
s
me
.
"
"
How
do
you
mean
—
subject
no
object
?
’
I
inquired
.
"
Well
,
I
kind
of
supply
the
spoken
word
just
like
a
printer
supplies
the
printed
word
.
He
doesn
’
t
have
to
believe
everything
he
prints
.
"
I
left
that
for
the
moment
.
"
How
’
s
it
happen
you
’
re
not
like
the
rest
?
"
I
asked
.
"
You
weren
’
t
in
hospital
,
were
you
?
"
"
Me
?
No
.
It
just
so
happened
that
I
was
addressing
a
meeting
that
was
protesting
over
police
partiality
in
a
little
matter
of
a
strike
.
We
began
about
six
o
’
clock
and
about
half
-
past
the
police
themselves
arrived
to
break
it
up
.
I
found
a
handy
trap
door
and
went
down
into
the
cellar
.
They
came
down
,
too
,
to
have
a
look
,
but
they
didn
’
t
find
me
where
I
bad
gone
to
earth
,
in
a
pile
of
shavings
.
They
went
on
tramping
around
up
above
for
a
bit
,
then
it
was
quiet
.
But
I
stayed
put
.
I
wasn
’
t
walking
out
into
any
nice
little
trap
.
It
was
quite
comfortable
there
,
so
I
went
to
sleep
.
In
the
morning
,
when
I
took
a
careful
nose
around
,
I
found
all
this
had
happened
.
"
He
paused
thoughtfully
.
"
Well
,
that
racket
’
s
finished
;
it
certainly
doesn
’
t
look
as
if
there
’
s
going
to
be
much
call
for
my
particular
gifts
from
now
on
,
"
he
added
.
I
did
not
dispute
it
.
We
finished
our
meal
.
He
slid
himself
off
the
counter
.
"
Come
on
.
We
’
d
better
be
shifting
.
‘
Tomorrow
to
fresh
fields
and
pastures
new
’
—
if
you
’
d
care
for
a
really
hackneyed
quotation
this
time
.
"
"
It
’
s
more
than
that
,
it
’
s
inaccurate
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
’
s
‘
woods
,
’
not
‘
fields
.
’
"
