tarily remembered    from t you mig of difficulty in believing I ever beloo it.

        I suppose by time you’ve got a kind of picture of me in your mind—a fat middle-aged bloke eet I    t forty-five years is a long time, and t c deal, and I’ve ly ups. It may seem queer, but my fat a    a son of or-car and live in a tle above my in, and at otimes I’ve touc we she war.

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        Before t e a t’s a delusion. I’m merely trying to tell you o me. If I s my eyes and time before I    I remember it. Eit’s t-place at diime,    of sleepy dusty o ’s a    afternoon in t green juicy meadoo’s about dusk is, and tobacd nigocks floating t in a sense I do remember different seasons, because all my memories are bound up o eat,    times of to find in t tting red enougo eat. Iember ts. t s    of reacer on ts and crab-apples. t you used to eat    mucaste if you    t of ty, and so are tems of various grasses. tter, and pig-nuts, and a kind of e. Even plantain seeds are better thing when you’re a long way from home and very hungry.

        Joe o pay Katie Simmons eigo take us out for ernoons. Katie’s fateen c t for odd jobs. S very different from ours. S me by t enougy over us to prevent us from being run over by dogcarts or c so far as versation     on equal terms. e used to go for long, trailing kind of ing t tments, across Roper’s Meadoo ts and tiny carp in it (Joe and I used to go fis older), and back by to pass t-s stood on toion t anyone     bankrupt, and to my o imes a s-s it ion for c o glue our noses against tie    in t above ss and quarrelling over    ss uff called Paradise Mixture, mostly broken ss from ottles, ols, pop    kinds of ss, a g, and sometimes a    see prize packets nos     toes printed on ticky pink stuff in an oval maty tin spoon to eat it    a s, and so e pipes and sugar matc standby    Penny Monsters? Does one ever see a Penny Monster no le,    of fizzy lemonade, all for a penny. t’s anot tone dead.

        It alo be summer    ing out of t in t ing trailing aloing stuff out of tie dragging at my arm and saying ‘e on, Baby!’ and sometimes yelling ao Joe, ‘Joe! You e back ‘ere te! You’ll catc!’ Joe    of remendous calves, t seven    into s trousers, ogs dra clumping boots t boys o ill in frocks—a kind of    Moto make for me. Katie used to    desded from sister to sister in     ails , and a long, draggled skirt ton boots rodden do mucaller t not bad at ‘minding’ c a c as soon as it’s    times sry to be groing you s o    care’, sely:

        ‘Don’t care o care, Don’t care    in a pot And boiled till he was done.’

        Or if you called    rue one day ting along pretending to be a soldier and fell into a co. tle rat-reet beo dodge going to sco do in tarted running errands and doing ot a montealing turnips. Sopped taking us out for er ting too tougo    in Katie’s    five in a bed, and used to tease t of    it.

        Poor Katie! S baby    too certain    people believe it ie    into servi alton. Some time afterime I saaves,    certain times of t t least fifty years old, came out of one of ts and began s a rag mat. It ie, y-seven.
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