The Sense of an Ending Page #3

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You know, those things

are really bad for you.

They just build up excess mucus.

I'm sorry, Dr. Webster,

didn't think we were here to

discuss my breadstick intake.

All right, Margaret.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I'll feel better

once we've eaten.

Once we've ordered. Ah.

Thank god.

Waiter:
Sir, madam?

I'd like the carbonara, please.

And the penne con salsa

di Pomodoro e Basilico.

Thank you.

What?

So tell me. Tell me.

Not enjoying the party?

It's not really my cup of tea.

I'm a manic depressive, you see.

Not another one.

Clifton suspension bridge.

My mind's made up.

Done.

Mmm.

Well...

It was nice to meet you.

Young Tony:
Uh... Tony.

Tony.

I wonder how far it is?

It's 245 feet.

So not very far, then.

Why is your watch

on the inside of your wrist?

Is it? I don't know.

So what's your subject, then?

Le Francais.

Oh.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Young Tony:
You still haven't

told me your name.

I tend to find it inadvisable

to give out my name

to strange men

I've only just met.

Margaret:
Sounds like

a fruitcake, this Sarah.

Veronica.

Her name's Veronica.

What? I thought you said

the diary belonged to Sarah?

Apparently, yes.

The diary, yes,

was left to me by Sarah Ford.

Who is?

Veronica's mother.

So, you...

You slept with Veronica

or you slept with Sarah?

Strictly speaking,

neither. Sadly.

Veronica and I were together.

Boyfriend and girlfriend.

Exactly, yes. Kind of...

Kind of an item, yes.

But that...

And that's how you know Sarah.

Yes.

Right. So we're

getting somewhere.

Looks like he's

planning to move in.

You look nervous.

Tony, this is my father.

Tony.

David.

We've heard all about you, Tony.

Come on. Let's get

you two lovebirds home.

Ta-da!

Oh, um, you can pee

into the basin at night,

if you wish.

Not bad, eh?

Jack.

I'm the big brother.

Tony.

Oh, we've heard

all about you, Tony.

Oh?

How do you like your lamb, Tony?

Sorry?

We're having lamb

this evening.

Oh, right. I see.

Excellent.

I'm, uh...

I'm partial to a bit

of rare meat myself.

I'll let you get settled.

Here, Tony,

have some roast potatoes.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mrs. Ford.

It all looks lovely.

Hear, hear.

Motion seconded.

Jack:
And me, please, mother.

Thank you.

How many?

One more, please.

Sarah:
Pass it down.

Do start.

Uh, a friend of mine's

at Cambridge, as it happens.

Adrian Finn?

Should I know him?

Uh, he's studying philosophy.

My deepest sympathies.

Sarah:
And what about you,

Tony? You haven't told us

what your subject is.

English literature.

And what do you hope to do

with an undergraduate degree

in English literature?

Well, um, I hope to write.

Write?

Yes.

Poems. Poetry.

A poet?

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