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Was that, then, one of her profes sional hazards, or a carry-over from her social life, or some pose learnt from films or television? 'I didn't mean that at all,' he said. And, having made that disavowal, he felt a sort of rudimentary desire, or a desire for desire, stirring in him. 'We're here,' said the girl reasonably, 'to help. To make you normal again. ' What would the doctors say, he wondered, if he sud denly found sex flaring up in him again and attacked, like a s atyr, one of these prim snowy nymphs of technicians, ravishing her on her own machine, with the paper still flowing through, the ink-pens tracing madly away?
Don't worry so much about things. ' She smiled reassuring ly at him, patting his arm. He wore very tight trousers. 'Nigel,' she said, 'is really a very good painter. When you're well you must see some of his things. ' 62 THE DocToR Is SICK 'Don't,' snarled Nigel, 'use that word. They're not effective. ' He raised his voice. 'Noise again,' sighed Edwin to himself, R. Dickie's squad · of visitors looked over interestedly, assured that there would always be entertainment of some sort or another on Edwin's bed.
Asked Edwin. 'Think it over, darling. Look,' she said to Nigel, who had taken out a small drawing-pad and was sketching preliminary studies of Edwin. 'You put this idea of food into my head. ' 'All right,' said Nigel. ' He was a kind young man beneath the veneer of artist. He took up in his arms a bundle of socks, under wear, pyjamas from the bedside locker, with a faint �a pue wrinkling of his snub nose. And off they went to collect the dirty shirt from the outside locker used for outside clothes and suitcases.