![]() ![]() Now, in the billion-strong army of pine trees that marched away northwards towards the Canadian border, the real, wild maples flamed here and there like shrapnel-bursts. When I had left, the grimy little row of domesticated maples in my square had been green, or as green as any tree can be in London in August. I had started on September 1st, and it was now Friday October 13th. In fact, I had come all the way from London to The Dreamy Pines Motor Court which is ten miles west of Lake George, the famous American tourist resort in the Adirondacks - that vast expanse of mountains, lakes and pine forests which forms most of the northern territory of New York State. ![]() In fact, I was running away from almost everything except the law.Īnd I had run a very long way indeed - almost, exaggerating a bit, halfway round the world. I was running away from England, from my childhood, from the winter, from a sequence of untidy, unattractive love-affairs, from the few sticks of furniture and jumble of overworn clothes that my London life had collected around me and I was running away from drabness, fustiness, snobbery, the claustrophobia of close horizons and from my inability, although I am quite an attractive rat, to make headway in the rat-race. ![]()
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