But how lovely to be back where he started, instead of out in front where he didn’t want to be. Any statement that could be battered out of Welch was invariably trustworthy, so that Dixon was back where he started. But when the familiar miraculously-sustained blares beat against the walls and windows, Dixon hardly minded at all the noise had the effect of changing his mood. This was usually horrible, if only because it drew unwilling attention to Welch’s nose itself, a large, open-pored tetrahedron. It was clear that he was about to blow his nose. “Now, as Dixon had been half expecting all along, Welch produced his handkerchief. Even more telling is the fact that Amis wrote this as a waning Stalinite on the verge of a breakup with the Soviet Union: Professor Jim Dixon offers these thoughts in Kingsley Amis’ great novel Lucky Jim, and they are so indicative of the human condition: Give me the straight juice, but only if it goes down smooth. Been in something of a creative funk as of late, so I am not going to belabor the point here.
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