The Greatest Mystery Is How Others Perceive Us

Ocasey finished the whisky quickly and held out his hand to offer the empty glass. But as he reached for it, or case, withdrew it again, as if playfully. And he did not smile. He just set it down on the stoop by his feet and turned and walked away. It was many years since godfrey had haunted the premises, had across the low tables, roamed a humorous gaze. Growing up in the house of such a man, you could hear yourself thinking without a single word being said. The meagreness of his world closed in. In such a quietness, all was amplified. The vels slip away. The edifice itself might