"Like a brick.

But all the same you did live on excitement--narrow shaves of death during air-raids, dances galore, and beautiful boys in khaki, home on leave in convenient rotation, to take you anywhere and everywhere.

You felt you were working for them and they knew they were fighting for you, and the whole four years was just one pulsing, throbbing rush.

Oh, I know! You were caught up into it just the same as the rest of the world, and now that it's over and normal existence is feebly struggling up to the surface again, you're all to pieces, hugely dissatisfied, like everyone else." "At least I'm in the fashion, then!" Penelope smiled briefly.
"Small credit to you if you are," she retorted.

"People are simply shirking work nowadays.