Manchurian Books

"That's Grundy in one mood, Ponderevo. It isn't Mrs. Grundy. That's one
of the lies we tell about women. They're too simple. Simple! Woman ARE
simple! They take on just what men tell 'em."
Ewart meditated for a space. "Just exactly as it's put to them," he
said, and resumed the moods of Mr. Grundy.
"Then you get old Grundy in another mood. Ever caught him nosing,
Ponderevo? Mad with the idea of mysterious, unknown, wicked, delicious
things. Things that aren't respectable. Wow! Things he mustn't do!...
Any one who knows about these things, knows there's just as much mystery
and deliciousness about Grundy's forbidden things as there is about
eating ham. Jolly nice if it's a bright morning and you're well and
hungry and having breakfast in the open air. Jolly unattractive if
you're off colour. But Grundy's covered it all up and hidden it and
put mucky shades and covers over it until he's forgotten it. Begins to
fester round it in his mind. Has dreadful struggles--with himself about
impure thoughts.... Then you set Grundy with hot ears,--curious in
undertones.


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