But don’t let’s talk about it any more. Can’t we talk about ourselves? We’ve got so much to say to each other, haven’t we?’ ‘Yes, of course,’ he said, trying to stuff comradeliness into his tone. He brought out his cigarettes and, while lighting two of these and getting more drinks, he meditated on Margaret’s capacity of talking like this at no notice. He wanted to give an inarticulate shout and run out of the bar, not stopping until he was on board a city bus.
