“Of boredom.”
“Imagine not being able to turn up on Sunday morning in your knickers with your hair down.”
“I love Sundays. That first cigarette over the Referee.”
“Is like nothing on earth.”
“Or in heaven.”
“Well, or in heaven.”
“The first cigarette anyhow, with or without the Referee. It’s just pure absolute bliss that first bit of Sunday morning; complete well-being and happiness.”
“While the sheltered people are flushed with breakfast table-talk——”
“Or awkward silences.”
“The deep damned silence of disillusionment.”