But I thought you wanted to be in town. That's how I got both Ducie Street and Oniton. But I do budge. It's the houses that are mesmerizing me. I've no control over the saucy things.
Houses are alive.
That's his lookout. I don't believe in suiting my conversation to my company. One can doubtless hit upon some medium of exchange that seems to do well enough, but it's no more like the real thing than money is like food. There's no nourishment in it. You pass it to the lower classes, and they pass it back to you, and this you call 'social intercourse' or 'mutual endeavour,' when it's mutual priggishness if it's anything.