those who physically suffered. But after a month or two I had to admit that, honestly, I didn’t. And yet I think I have a more vivid imagination than most. One is always alone in suffering; the fact is depressing when one happens to be the sufferer, but it makes pleasure possible for the rest of the world."
There was a pause. Henry Wimbush pushed back his chair.
"I think perhaps we ought to go and join the ladies,” he said.
"So do I," said Ivor, jumping up with alacrity. He turned to Mr. Scogan. "Fortunately,"
he said, "we can share our pleasures. We are not always condemned to be happy alone."
