But I can't bid you do anything, only live idly with open eyes and ears till you have got the "feel" of the situation.' She stopped and laid a hand on my arm.
'It won't be easy.

It would madden me, and it will be a far heavier burden for a man like you.

You have got to sink down deep into the life of the half-baked, the people whom this war hasn't touched or has touched in the wrong way, the people who split hairs all day and are engrossed in what you and I would call selfish little fads.Yes.

People like my aunts and Launcelot, only for the most part in a different social grade.

You won't live in an old manor like this, but among gimcrack little "arty" houses.