I'm like a salesman with a shop full of goods that nobody wants because they don't fulfil the advertisement.

And I never felt more utterly alone in my life.
"'These men talk a different language from mine; they belong to another world.

They are such jolly good fellows that they are prepared to accept me as a comrade without question, but as for my message, I might as well be trying to cure smallpox by mouthing sonorous Virgil--only it is worse than that, for they no longer even believe that the diagnosis is what I say.

And what gets over me is that they are, on the whole, decent chaps.
There's Harold--he's probably immoral and he certainly drinks too much, but he's as unselfish as possible, and I feel in my bones he'd do anything to help a friend.
"'Of course, I hate their vices.

The sights in the streets make me feel positively sick.