Undue Influence
“The glorious light dimmed; rain sprinkled down every afternoon, or so it seemed. When I walked home in the evenings there was a smell of damp, mingled with the scent of buddleia, which flourished even in the centre of town. Yet it was still summer, though it seemed as though autumn were only a few days away. The nights were more convincing than the days. It got dark very late, so that I was reluctant to go to bed, although I was tired after a day in the shop. And when I woke, at three or at the most four, there was a stealthy secretive light in the bedroom, as if night had never truly fallen. The light broadened into a brief spell of sunshine, so that I ate breakfast in the promise of a fine day. When I left for the shop the sun was already obscured by the sort of generalized cloud that never truly dispersed. It was only at night that I was reminded that the invisible sun was at its zenith. The fact that I could not see it made it seem paradoxically more powerful, as if it knew its ti...metable, irrespective of what was demanded of it.I was happy in the shop.MoreLess
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