A passing couple holding a programme from the Stoppard play stop when they see me taking money from a homeless person, and I want to tell them I'm a doctor. As far as I know, we're left with nothing. I don't think about what I'm doing - why should I? - and give it to him, and he proceeds to give the kid everything that's in there - about eighty pounds in notes, because I went to the cashpoint today, and three or four pounds in change. He does not, miraculously, Have Views on the homeless.) He doesn't find anything, and he asks me for my purse, with many apologies, and another explanation as to why he thought he had his wallet with him when he didn't. (Let me be fair to David: he always does this. We pass a homeless kid in a doorway huddled up in a sleeping bag and David feels in his pockets, presumably for some change. We're looking for a cab, which is what we always do after a night in the West End - tube in, treat ourselves coming home - and I suddenly feel the need to see a yellow taxi light right this second, because I'm tired, and disoriented, and the thought of having to battle on escalators with a lot of Friday night drunks fills me with dread.Īnd then something odd happens, and it becomes clear that something odd has happened to David, that the change in him is a result of something other than introspection and self-will. 'If you start examining your prejudices carefully there'll soon be nothing left of you.' It was, it was a prejudice I hadn't examined properly.'
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