It had made all his personal contacts stale and profitless, as though every sentence he exchanged with the few people he did meet was the kind one might exchange in a railway compartment and this stricture, this hedged-in feeling, had extended even to Sybil and certainly to his son and daughter. As he pondered this, however, a new thought struck him. Were the kind of people he had met during the last few weeks different or did they merely seem different because his own personality had undergone a radical change, so that he was now able to meet them half-way or, in the case of the shy ones like Olga, more than half-way? He was so struck with this that Rachel Grey made the error of thinking his attention had wandered and said: "Look here, Martin, I'm boring you to tears! I didn't volunteer the story of my life, you asked for it, remember? Let's have a drink and something to eat!" and she pressed the starter button. "I'm not in the least bored," he said, "I was comparing your story with my own.
What do You think about The Spring Madness Of Mr Sermon?
