I gave a party in my garden. Every guest greeted me, then went direct to Woo as if she were joint hostess. Woo in her tree was excited and very self-conscious at seeing so many people. Everyone said, “Hello, Woo!” She did not look directly at anyone but rather…
Splendid heat roared up my radiators. “I shall compliment the dealer on this coal,” I said. Before noon stoke-time all the pipes were dead. I went to the basement. The basement had a glass door. Woo was too absorbed either to see or hear me come. She was walking…
Given an old magazine, Woo would turn the pages till she found a picture, then make a long staring pause. I wondered whether the monkey recognized objects in the flat. I gave her a book of high-coloured monkey pictures; she was not interested. Just turning the pages seemed to…
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