FAREWELL TO ALL THAT (5)
'So, this caravan thing . . .'
'Won't you shut up,' I said. 'You make me see red. Can't you see that I need to make sense of the things that have happened; I've quite had enough. That's just it, I'm afraid: my defence.'
'So . . .'
'There's a wall by the river - the flank of a bridge. You can boulder, traverse or high-ball. I've never been one who could top out with ease but, these days, I don't care if I fall.'
'Won't you shut up,' I said. 'You make me see red. Can't you see that I need to make sense of the things that have happened; I've quite had enough. That's just it, I'm afraid: my defence.'
'So . . .'
'There's a wall by the river - the flank of a bridge. You can boulder, traverse or high-ball. I've never been one who could top out with ease but, these days, I don't care if I fall.'
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