“I've got more than that,” said Aaron.
“Good for you,” replied Lilly.
He rose and went to the cupboard, taking out a bowl and a basket of potatoes. He sat down again, paring the potatoes. His busy activity annoyed Aaron.
“But what's the good of going to Malta? Shall YOU be any different in yourself, in another place? You'll be the same there as you are here.”
“How am I here?”
“Why, you're all the time grinding yourself against something inside you. You're never free. You're never content. You never stop chafing.”
Lilly dipped his potato into the water, and cut out the eyes carefully. Then he cut it in two, and dropped it in the clean water of the second bowl. He had not expected this criticism.
“Perhaps I don't,” said he.
“Then what's the use of going somewhere else? You won't change yourself.”
“I may in the end,” said Lilly.