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Chapter 4
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’Well,’stammeredClifford,’eventhenIdon’tsupposeIhavemuchidea...Isupposemarry-and-have-done-with-itwouldprettywellstandforwhatIthink.Thoughofcoursebetweenamanandwomanwhocareforoneanother,itisagreatthing.’
’Whatsortofgreatthing?’saidTommy.
’Oh...itperfectstheintimacy,’saidClifford,uneasyasawomaninsuchtalk.
’Well,CharlieandIbelievethatsexisasortofcommunicationlikespeech.Letanywomanstartasexconversationwithme,andit’snaturalformetogotobedwithhertofinishit,allindueseason.Unfortunatelynowomanmakesanyparticularstartwithme,soIgotobedbymyself;andamnonetheworseforit...Ihopeso,anyway,forhowshouldIknow?AnyhowI’venostarrycalculationstobeinterferedwith,andnoimmortalworkstowrite.I’mmerelyafellowskulkinginthearmy...’
Silencefell.Thefourmensmoked.AndConniesatthereandputanotherstitchinhersewing...Yes,shesatthere!Shehadtositmum.Shehadtobequietasamouse,nottointerferewiththeimmenselyimportantspeculationsofthesehighly-mentalgentlemen.Butshehadtobethere.Theydidn’tgetonsowellwithouther;theirideasdidn’tflowsofreely.Cliffordwasmuchmorehedgyandnervous,hegotcoldfeetmuchquickerinConnie’sabsence,andthetalkdidn’trun.TommyDukescameoffbest;hewasalittleinspiredbyherpresence.Hammondshedidn’treallylike;heseemedsoselfishinamentalway.AndCharlesMay,thoughshelikedsomethingabouthim,seemedalittledistastefulandmessy,inspiteofhisstars.
