And she still
loves her kind. She married a year or so ago a boy half her age--a
wretch of a poet, a wretched poet, and given to drugs, a thing with lank
fair hair always getting into his blue eyes, and limp legs. She did it,
she said, because he needed nursing....
But enough of this disaster of my marriage and of my early love affairs;
I have told all that is needed for my picture to explain how I came to
take up aeroplane experiments and engineering science; let me get back
to my essential story, to Tono-Bungay and my uncle's promotions and to
the vision of the world these things have given me.
BOOK THE THIRD
THE GREAT DAYS OF TONO-BUNGAY
CHAPTER THE FIRST
THE HARDINGHAM HOTEL, AND HOW WE BECAME BIG PEOPLE
I
But now that I resume the main line of my story it may be well to
describe the personal appearance of my uncle as I remember him during
those magnificent years that followed his passage from trade to finance.
The little man plumped up very considerably during the creation of the
Tono-Bungay property, but with the increasing excitements that followed
that first flotation came dyspepsia and a certain flabbiness and falling
away.
Pages:
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355
356
357
358