The hero of our novel, thus, stops talking to people at noon – and stops consorting with people in general; instead, he has begun having lunch with the buildings of London, the streets of London, the benches of London, and with its parks. (Similarly, everywhere in large cities across Europe, the poor mutter and eat their lunch in parks, in churchyards, in graveyards, opposite to the monuments of kings and generals, near fountains.)
. . . (pp. 157-58) To avoid mockery and curious questions in the shop, the hero of our novel, has started, with the coming of spring, to have lunch in a yard. In a small yard of a tiny church, which he passes by every morning on his way to the shop. It was also named after St James. All these people working in nearby
. . . (pp. 157-58) To avoid mockery and curious questions in the shop, the hero of our novel, has started, with the coming of spring, to have lunch in a yard. In a small yard of a tiny church, which he passes by every morning on his way to the shop. It was also named after St James. All these people working in nearby