Chapter 69

           IfRome,acityofthevulgarliving,hadbeendepressingafterGreece,London,acityofthedrabdead,wasfiftytimesworse.Ihadforgottentheinnumerabilityoftheplace,itsugliness,itstermitedensityafterthesparsitiesoftheAegean.Itwaslikemudafterdiamonds,dankundergrowthaftersunlitmarble;andastheairlinebuscrawledonitswaythroughthatendlesssuburbthatliesbetweenNortholtandKensingtonIwonderedwhyanyoneshould,orcould,everreturnofhisownfreewilltosuchalandscape,suchasociety,suchaclimate.Flatulentwhitecloudsdriftedlistlesslyinagray-bluesky;andIcouldhearpeoplesaying"Lovelyday,isn’tit?"Butallthosetiredgreens,grays,browns…theyseemedtocompressthemovementsoftheLondonerswepassedintoaubiquitousuniformity.ItwassomethingIhadbecometoofamiliarwithtonoticeintheGreekshoweachfacetherespringsuniqueandsharpfromitsbackground.NoGreekislikeanyotherGreek;andeveryEnglishfaceseemed,thatday,likeeveryotherEnglishface.Igotintoahotelneartheairterminalaboutfouro’clockandtriedtodecidewhattodo.WithintenminutesIpickedupthephoneanddialedAnnTaylor’snumber.Therewasnoanswer.HalfanhourlaterItriedagain,andagaintherewasnoanswer.Iforcedmyselftoreadamagazineforanhour;thenIfailedathirdtimetogetananswer.IfoundataxianddroveroundtoRussellSquare.Iwasintenselyexcited;theideathatAlisonwouldbewaitingforme.Someclue.Somethingwouldhappen.

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