Year: 1990
Type: article
Abstract: We left the house early, David and I, before the household had really begun to stir and show signs of activity.Mum was up, but temporarily, making her first cup of tea to ease herself into the day.Edgar would sleep for several more hours yet, as was his wont.Muffled sounds of movement from upstairs indicated that Pat was ready to descend and probably sit looking out of the drawing room window at the garden for a while before taking hold of the day and quietly establishing the shape of our ac tivities.After crossing the road we climbed the stile and stepped down into a field that had been freshly manured.I was not shod appropriately, and while David strode resolutely forward to ward the stile on the far side of the field, I skittered and danced spasmodically through the dew-drenched grass and manure, futilely attempting to maintain the semblance of a conversa tion.David's brow was furrowed, and a quizzical smile played across his face as he offered a biting critique of the most recent, heinous machinations of the Thatcher government.
Source: Phenomenology + Pedagogy
DOI: 10.29173/pandp15140
Author: Stephen Shaw
Institution: University of Victoria
Language: English
Subfield: Literature and Literary Theory
Field: Arts and Humanities
Domain: Social Sciences
Open Access status: diamond
OpenAlex ID: W4300464017