David – You need to speak up, son.
Simon – Sometimes I feel so strongly towards things that I am worried I might burst. I don’t know how to handle it. It happens most often when I read. If I am really enjoying a book, if it really speaks deeply to my heart, then I can’t think properly, I need to move about and, I don’t know, I suppose, live. I feel kinetic.
David – From a book? All of that?
Simon – I know you don’t understand, Dad. But you asked.
David – It is more that at your age –
Simon – I don’t want to –
David – Listen. At your age I had other concerns. You know. The war. I don’t need to detail it. You know. And I suppose because of that I never really developed a feeling for these other things that you talk about. Five years ago I would say that I hated the fact that you devoted – wasted, I thought – your time on books, on art, on history. Now, I guess I would say that I really just resented that you could spend your time reading, and I had to spent my time killing. It’s not your fault. And it’s not mine.
Simon – I know. Yes.
Simon – The trees are greener, here. How could that be? I think I might be imagining that, though. I’m glad we came here. Well, we aren’t here yet, but soon! I never thought I’d see Paris.
David – How strange for a twenty year old to say such a thing.
Part of the Railroad Perfection series