Chapter FourteenFelix moves through crowds, down streets, past cars and trees, which line the walk by East Park. Blossom burgeons through the leaves, reminding him that even in this bright, grey place there is the soft promise of life, and that the city stands on the doorstep of the New Forest. Not a dozen miles away he might find himself in the dank, shining hollows of those trees, where worms turn in the soil and fruit swells on the branch. There is life in the city, and beside it. He sees that now.
For the first time in months, the prospect of Monday morning is not entirely unwelcome. Sitting at his desk, he marvels at the mediocrity of it all. It doesn’t matter that he does not enjoy his job because he is not here to enjoy himself. He is here to work, like the rest of the city’s resid
