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"
My
dear
fellow
,
I
’
ll
take
up
yodelling
yet
.
I
really
can
sing
though
.
That
’
s
the
strange
part
.
"
"
I
’
ll
bet
you
can
sing
.
"
He
lay
back
in
bed
smoking
a
cigarette
.
"
Don
’
t
bet
too
much
.
But
I
can
sing
though
.
It
’
s
damned
funny
,
but
I
can
.
I
like
to
sing
.
Listen
.
"
He
roared
into
"
Africana
,
"
his
neck
swelling
,
the
veins
standing
out
.
"
I
can
sing
,
"
he
said
.
"
Whether
they
like
it
or
not
.
"
I
looked
out
of
the
window
.
"
I
’
ll
go
down
and
let
my
cab
go
.
"
"
Come
back
up
,
my
dear
fellow
,
and
we
’
ll
have
breakfast
.
"
He
stepped
out
of
bed
,
stood
straight
,
took
a
deep
breath
and
commenced
doing
bending
exercises
.
I
went
downstairs
and
paid
off
the
cab
.
In
civilian
clothes
I
felt
a
masquerader
.
I
had
been
in
uniform
a
long
time
and
I
missed
the
feeling
of
being
held
by
your
clothes
.
The
trousers
felt
very
floppy
.
I
had
bought
a
ticket
at
Milan
for
Stresa
.
I
had
also
bought
a
new
hat
.
I
could
not
wear
Sim
’
s
hat
but
his
clothes
were
fine
.
They
smelled
of
tobacco
and
as
I
sat
in
the
compartment
and
looked
out
the
window
the
new
hat
felt
very
new
and
the
clothes
very
old
.
I
myself
felt
as
sad
as
the
wet
Lombard
country
that
was
outside
through
the
window
.
There
were
some
aviators
in
the
compartment
who
did
not
think
much
of
me
.
They
avoided
looking
at
me
and
were
very
scornful
of
a
civilian
my
age
.
I
did
not
feel
insulted
.
In
the
old
days
I
would
have
insulted
them
and
picked
a
fight
.
They
got
off
at
Gallarate
and
I
was
glad
to
be
alone
.
I
had
the
paper
but
I
did
not
read
it
because
I
did
not
want
to
read
about
the
war
.
I
was
going
to
forget
the
war
.
I
had
made
a
separate
peace
.
I
felt
damned
lonely
and
was
glad
when
the
train
got
to
Stresa
.
At
the
station
I
had
expected
to
see
the
porters
from
the
hotels
but
there
was
no
one
.
The
season
had
been
over
a
long
time
and
no
one
met
the
train
.
I
got
down
from
the
train
with
my
bag
,
it
was
Sim
’
s
bag
,
and
very
light
to
carry
,
being
empty
except
for
two
shirts
,
and
stood
under
the
roof
of
the
station
in
the
rain
while
the
train
went
on
.
I
found
a
man
in
the
station
and
asked
him
if
he
knew
what
hotels
were
open
.
The
Grand
-
Hôtel
&
des
Isles
Borromées
was
open
and
several
small
hotels
that
stayed
open
all
the
year
.
I
started
in
the
rain
for
the
Isles
Borromées
carrying
my
bag
.
I
saw
a
carriage
coming
down
the
street
and
signalled
to
the
driver
.
It
was
better
to
arrive
in
a
carriage
.
We
drove
up
to
the
carriage
entrance
of
the
big
hotel
and
the
concierge
came
out
with
an
umbrella
and
was
very
polite
.
I
took
a
good
room
.
It
was
very
big
and
light
and
looked
out
on
the
lake
.
The
clouds
were
down
over
the
lake
but
it
would
be
beautiful
with
the
sunlight
.
I
was
expecting
my
wife
,
I
said
.
There
was
a
big
double
bed
,
a
letto
matrimoniale
with
a
satin
coverlet
.
The
hotel
was
very
luxurious
.
I
went
down
the
long
halls
,
down
the
wide
stairs
,
through
the
rooms
to
the
bar
.
I
knew
the
barman
and
sat
on
a
high
stool
and
ate
salted
almonds
and
potato
chips
.
The
martini
felt
cool
and
clean
.
