Chap at Tenderbest this morning catching some shut-eye after breakfast. Plate & glass had been pushed into the centre of the table, chair pulled out. Started his day early the man and overcome now: head thrown back onto the iron upright behind, hands clasped in front against the table-top. Newspaper was deployed here for the nest-building—a few scrunched pages softening the iron; in front more jammed against the hard outer edge of the table. Mashing like that produced a disorderly impression; clearly though the pillowing had helped. This way it might be possible to get ten minutes decent repose.
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