- in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, * in trickling hallways of tenements, * along
―Jack, love!
―Darling!
―Kiss me, Reggy!
―My boy!
―Love!
His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant.
Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slop of greens. See the animals feed.
Men, men, men.
Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. A pallid suetfaced young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New set of microbes. A man with an infant’s