The History of Mr Polly

The History of Mr. Polly CHAPTER THE FIRST "beginnings, and the bazaar" "OLE!" said Mr- Polly' and thcn for a change, and with greatly increased emphasis: " Ole! " He paused, and then broke out with one of his private and peculiar idioms. " Oh! Beastly Silly Wheeze of a Hole!" He was sitting- on a stile between two threadbare looking- fields, and suffering acutely from indigestion. He suffered from indigestion now nearly every afternoon in his life, but as he lacked introspection he projected the associated discomfort upon the world. Every afternoon he discovered afresh 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 east, he had come out in the hope of snatching something of the joyousness of spring. The mysterious alchemy of mind and body refused, however, to permit any joyousness whatever in the spring.