t of t in t came after it almost pletely.

        I kno in a sense one never fets anyt piece e-peel you sater teen years ago, and t coloured poster of torquay t you o a glimpse of in a railing-room. But I’m speaking of a different kind of memory. In a sense I remembered teapot and Jackie troug-place. But none of it     I’d finis    some day I mig to go back to it.

        It ime, t after t queerer tself, t remember it so vividly. In a rat form tro of to find t try t for didn’t    to any illusions t still existed. Bands of ex-service men marg colle boxes, masked reets, and ics o be scrambling for jobs, myself included. But I came off luckier t. I got a small uity, and    and t of money I’d put aside during t year of    unity to spend it), I came out of ty quid. It’s rateresting, I to notice my rea. e enougo do t up to do and t is, start a sy of capital. If you bide your time and keep your eyes open you    run across quite tle businesses for ty quid. A, if you’ll believe me, to me. I not only didn’t make any move t a s it    till years later, about 1925 in fact, t it even crossed my mind t I mig    I’d passed rig of t. t o you. It turned you into an imitatioleman and gave you a fixed idea t t of money ing from someo me t I ougo start a sobacd s sore in some god- forsaken village—I’d just andards    time I didn’t sty ong ex- officers, t I could spend t of my life drinking pink gin. I ko     kno sometant, sometelepary     year or so of    of us . travelling salesman, and travelling salesman sa    of Army life, t of o t ing for us t    least as muc didn’t circulate, no .

        ell, I didn’t get t job. It seemed t nobody o pay me 2,000 pounds a year for sitting among streamlined office furniture and dictatiers to a platinum blonde. I ers of t from a financial point of vieter off in to be again. e’d suddenly clemen y’s ission into miserable out-of-o t even jobs of t seem to exist. Every mortal job oo old to figoo young. tards    out in till it never occurred to me to go back to t a job as a grocer’s assistant; old Grimmett, if ill alive and in business (I    in touoo a different orbit. Even if my social ideas    risen, I could er o tence beer. I ed to be travelling about and pulling doed to be a travelling salesman, w me.

        But travelling salesmen—t’s to say, jobs tac t racket    beginning on a big, scale. It’s a beautifully simple metising your stuff    taking any risks, and it alring by ing t perime, and o take over. Naturally it    long before I    I e a number in rapid succession. to peddling vacuum- ers, or diaries. But I travelled in cutlery, in soap- poent corks-openers, and similar gadgets, and finally in a line of office accessories—paper-clips, carbon paper, typeer ribbons, and so fort do so badly eitype t    sell t temperament and I’ve got t I never came any, in jobs like t—and, of course, you aren’t meant to.

        I    a year of it altoget ime. try journeys, tco you’d never imes. tly bed-and-breakfast s ally of slops and t breakfast    you’re aling, middle-aged faten overcoats and bo sooner or later trade urn to five quid a raipsing from so ss     to listen, and tanding bad making yourself small    t it icularly. to some d of life is torture. t even o a s screop. But I’m not like t. I’m tougalk people into buying t , and even if t doesn’t botually o making a bit of doug of it. I don’t kno I unlearned a good deal. It k of me, and it drove into tions t I’d picked up during t tective stories, all time I    a ies of modern life. And ies of modern life? ell, ting, frantic struggle to sell t people it takes t’s to say, getting a job and keeping it. I suppose t been a single montrade you care to name, in ’s brougly feeling into life. It’s like on a sinking seen survivors and fourteen lifebelts. But is ticularly modern in t, you say?    anyto do    feels as if it    feeling t you’ve got to be everlastingly figling, t you’ll never get anyt from somebody else, t ter your job, t moaff and it’s you t’ll get t, I s exist in the war.

        But mean and I’d still got plenty of money in t sooner or later I’d get a regular job. And sure enouger about a year, by a stroke of luck it roke of luck, but t is t I o fall on my feet. I’m not type t starves. I’m about as likely to end up in to end up in type, type t gravitates by a kind of natural lao all I’ll back myself to get one.

        It ypeer ribbons. I’d just dodged into a    Street, a building o, as a matter of fact, but I’d mao give t attendant t my bag of samples tacoote firm t I’d been reeo try, ion. I k it o take up more room and    you    feel fifty yards ao me I sa it er    actually rain, because     you some t t antly. But curiously enoug seen me for years. to my surprise opped and spoke to me.

        ‘’s your ’s on tip of my tongue.’

        ‘Boo be in the A.S.C.’

        ‘Of course. t said    a gentleman.    are you doing here?’

        I migold ypeer ribbons, and t I ions t you get occasionally—a feeling t I mig of t properly. I said instead:

        ‘ell, sir, as a matter of fact I’m looking for a job.’

        ‘A job, e so easy, nowadays.’

        rain-bearers ed ttle distance a nose, looking me over and realized t o ’s queer, t me in er urned aside like an emperor suddenly co a beggar.

        ‘So you    a job?     you do?’

        Again tion. No use, s. Stick to trut I    a job as a travelling salesman.’

        ‘Salesman?    sure t I’ve got anyt present. Let’s see.’

        , e pere deeply. It    time I realized t it ant old bloke,    ually taking t on my beed ed at least tes of ime, all because of a ake years earlier. I’d stu o take tiny bit of trouble t o find me a job. I dare say ty clerks the sack. Finally he said:

        ‘o go into an insurance firm? Alo    to eat.’

        Of course I jumped at to an insurance firm. Sir Joseperested’ ied’ in. One of ted ylo out of coat pocket, Sir Josepe to some ion, and her again.

        ell, I got t me. I’ve been een years. I started off in t noor, or, icularly impressive, a Representative. A couple of days a rict office, and t of time I’m travelling around, intervies s, making assessments of sy, and no. I earn round about seven quid a ’s tory.

        my active life, if I ever een. Everyt really matters to me    date. But in a manner of speaking till ance—up to time er t— ories, a day for you could properly describe as a, except t about t t married.
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