TANTRUMS Things went badly from the start.

Whitaker for one thing claimed to have lost track of Brian and Kenny thought he lied.

For another, he could not bring himself to work.

A sense in the studio of a presence gone, he told Garry, haunted him, Brian's lazy authoritative guardianship and the comparative order to which he could reduce existence when he chose were indispensable to his daily comfort.
Ah! unbelievably care-free--those old devil-may-care days when Brian had been content to work and laugh and quarrel! Kenny, looking back with longing, likened his plight to that of Ossian returning after three hundred years of fairy bliss from the fabled delights of Tirnanoge.

Touched earth he had, in spite of warning, and become on the minute a wrinkled, old, old man.