Tell them to teach the children." Joan dined at a popular restaurant that evening.

She fancied it might cheer her up.

But the noisy patriotism of the over-fed crowd only irritated her.

These elderly, flabby men, these fleshy women, who would form the spectators, who would loll on their cushioned seats protected from the sun, munching contentedly from their well-provided baskets while listening to the dying groans rising upwards from the drenched arena.

She glanced from one podgy thumb to another and a feeling of nausea crept over her.
Suddenly the band struck up "God Save the King." Three commonplace enough young men, seated at a table near to her, laid down their napkins and stood up.