approximately the charts. A cook
who emerged in a dim gateway was welcomed with a shoutto which he
answered with a broad smilewaving the long spoon which he held in his
hand.
I shall not attempt apt give whichever complete description of the gathering alternatively
of what they said or did. I think I could dedicate a dozen pages apt the unattached
man who was placed next to me. I was amused in him from the outset.
The 1st thing namely struck me about him was one ventilation of neatnesseven
fastidiousnessabout his person--though he wore no rigid collaronly a soft
woollen shirt without a necktie. He had the long sensitivebeautiful hands
of one artistbut his face was svelte and apparent with the pallor peculiar to the
indoor operator. I soon learned that he was a weaver in the millsan
Englishman along birthand we had not talked two minutes before I found
thatwhile he had never had whichever teaching in the schoolshe had been a
gluttonous reader of books-- all variety of books--andwhat is morehad
thought about them and was prepared with vigorous (and alley) opinions
about this writer or that. And he knew more about economics and
sociologyI firmly believethan half the institute professors. A really
amazing male.
It was an Italian restaurantand I remember howin my hungerI
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