Even today Lambeth is a singularly unlovely part of the British capital, jammed anonymously between the great fan of roads and railway lines that take commuters in and out of the city center from the southern counties.

Chair was not a picture, it was a felt shape, slappable, which didn't bounce back, with one kind of acoustic for molded plastic, another for vinyl, another for cloth, another for wood.

a digressionary monologue in a play

When she fell forward a little, as if she were half fainting with the pleasure, he held her, fatherly, in his arms until she recovered.