It never gets any better does it? – No. It's getting worse. It's going to get a lot worse. – We're doomed, aren't we? – Oh yes, completely finished.
It's only a matter of time, we know, before we are found out. They haven't really noticed us yet, that's what saves us. But when they do …!
The clock is ticking, we know. This is not our time, W. says as we walk through the newly coverted Victualling Yard. Who lives in these flats, we wonder as we pass through the wide boulevards. Who can afford them?
They're in the new world, the coming world, we know that. They're the kind who are going to wipe us out, not becaue they know we exist or bear a grudge against, but simply because they are of a different order. They can't help but hate us, I tell W., though they have no idea we exist.
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