PICTURED
"I pictured myself with them over and over again, with a bench pulled up to the stove and room being made for me at the warmest end; they gave me warm, stolen socks and oiled boots and fed me with mugs of hot coffee; in their brainless language they tried to tell me how much they shared my sufferings, and swore with their usual obscenities that I'd 'be okay now, cocky' and 'snug as a cat's arse' and God knows how many other bits of nonsense of that sort, all so maudlin that I spent half my time in tears, loving the plain goodness of simple idiots."
From pg. 79
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