nov 02, 2011
“—Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox
about in his hand. These are handy things to have. See.
This is for sovereigns. This is for shillings. Sixpences,
halfcrowns. And here crowns. See.
He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.
—Three twelve, he said. I think you’ll find that’s right.
—Thank you, sir, Stephen said, gathering the money
together with shy haste and putting it all in a pocket of his
—No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said. You have earned it.
Stephen’s hand, free again, went back to the hollow
shells. Symbols too of beauty and of power. A lump in my
pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery.
—Don’t carry it like that, Mr Deasy said. You’ll pull it
out somewhere and lose it. You just buy one of these
machines. You’ll find them very handy.
Stephen is paid, meticulously.