But I don't care for it much.

I'm tired of the people I am bound to find there.' 'What kind of people ?' 'Art--music--London Bohemia--the most pettifogging calculating Bohemia that ever reckoned its pennies.

But there are a few decent people, decent in some respects.

They are really very thorough rejecters of the world--perhaps they live only in the gesture of rejection and negation--but negatively something, at any rate.' 'What are they ?--painters, musicians ?' 'Painters, musicians, writers--hangers-on, models, advanced young people, anybody who is openly at outs with the conventions, and belongs to nowhere particularly.

They are often young fellows down from the University, and girls who are living their own lives, as they say.' 'All loose ?' said Gerald.
Birkin could see his curiosity roused.
'In one way.