The History of Mr. Polly

reased emphasis: "Ole!" He paused, and then broke out with one of h

two threadbare looking fields, and

sh that life as a whole and every aspect of life that presented itself was "beastly." And this afternoon, lured by the delusive blueness of a sky that was blue because the wind was in the e

his cap - the new golf cap - and Mrs. Polly must needs fish out his old soft b

taken the thing. He put it on. But it didn't feel right. Nothing felt right. He put a trembling hand upon t

oke with a wrathful eye regarding his wife from under the brim. In a voice thick with fury he said: "I s'pose you'd like me to wear

o the ground, and kicked it with extraordinary fury across the kitchen. It fl

his hands into his jacket pockets disco

straight upstairs without a word, a

antrums," she added. "I 'aven't patience." And moving with the slow reluctance of a deeply offended woman, s

gherkins, two onions, a small cauliflower head and several capers with every appearance of appetite, and indeed with avidity; and then there had been cold suet pudding to follow, with treacle, and then a nice bit of cheese. It was the p

g with the mustard on his plate and expressing the

adequate as a solution. He hated Foxbourne, he hated Foxbourne High Street, he hated his shop and his

this silly Hole?" he

impalpable flaws at a world in which even the spring buds were wilt

r church nor state nor school will raise a warning finger between a man and his hunger and his wife's catering. So on nearly every day in his life Mr. Polly fell into a violent rage and hatred against the outer world in the afternoon, and never suspected that it was this inner world to which I am with such masterly delicacy alluding, that was t

industrial city during a period of depression; agitators, acts of violence, strikes, the forces of law and order doing t

e. It made Mr. Polly's teeth seem loose in his head, and his skin

give us an antido

Polly catching sight of his shadow, "you blighted, degenerated Paintbru