We dont seem to get no customers
nowadays.
I never saw anyone who could peel potatoes with
quite suchan air of brooding resentment. The Brookers never ate tripethemselves, I
noticed. Leaving themlike that for no reason after a single night! Downstairs there
was the usual kitchen living-room with its huge open rangeburning night and day. But
he was friendly toeveryone and used to give us all a fine shout of Good night, boys!
The meals at the Brookers house were uniformly disgusting. You can hardly tell by
the look of them whether they areyoung or old. Certainly, it is not the same for
them as it would befor you or me. They are surprisingly common, especiallyin mines
where there are or have been horses. You godown on all fours; even this is a relief
after the squatting business. You cannot disregard them if you accept
thecivilization that produced them.
Atthose times the place is like hell, or at any
rate like my own mentalpicture of hell.
Several bottles of Worcester Sauceand a half-full
jar of marmalade lived permanently on the table.
He was always moving withincredible slowness from
one hated job to another. He was one of those people who can chew their grievances
like a cud. The fat one, the grandfather, used to fall asleep with his head on a
pileof forms. It was a double bed and much the best in the room.
Forthe first time in my life, in a bare patch
beside the line, I saw rookstreading.
Leaving themlike that for no reason after a single
night!
She lifted her sceptre andthere was silence.
Downstairs there was the usual kitchen living-room with its huge open rangeburning
night and day.
The fat one, the grandfather, used to fall asleep
with his head on a pileof forms.
Eventhe miners bang their backbones fairly
often.
But he was friendly toeveryone and used to give us
all a fine shout of Good night, boys!