4: Samba
Wednesday
CALLAO opened his eyes; looked wearily about his bedroom; threw off the bedclothes; slung his legs on to the floor. He sat, his face buried in his hands, considering the miseries of life.
He thought that he would be very glad to get away from England— a country which was damp, which depressed him; where always, even at the best of times, he was oppressed by strange misgivings. Even the English people, he thought, were difficult. They were obsessed by austerity, cold, disagreeable.
He got up from the bed; went into the other room; began to make coffee. He looked in the wall mirror and discovered his face was haggard. He was not even surprised.
When he had made the coffee he sat down and considered his situation. He thought he could do nothing except what Kiernan wish
