survive, Terence sings.
And the church has survived and is still there, the child says, though it has been rebuilt on the place, the exact place the original church where they brained him stood.
Ours are so grown up now, Caroline says. Theirs are still small, she says nodding at Hannah then at Richard. Lucky them, that’s all I can say. I have fond memories of life BCG. Before computer games. D’you like children, Mark? Oh, excuse me. I don’t mean that to sound like it sounds.
Um, Mark says.
I mean, I don’t know that you don’t have any. I was just assuming. I didn’t mean to sound patronizing.
It is possible now for you lot to adopt, isn’t it? Hugo said.
What lot, sorry? Mark says.
Miles is talking to the child about the restoration of the Cutty Sark.
The original, he says, was really fast. She was a tea-clipper, but built when tea-clippers were no longer relevant or really needed any more, but she was so adaptable and fast that she could even outrace the newfangled steamships.
But what I wonder is, the child said, why is it a she?
Would you rather we called it a he? Miles says.
No, the child says. I just wonder why it is, that’s all.
I don’t know, Miles says, but I’ll try and find out for you. I think ships are generally shes. And you know what Cutty Sark means?
Miles tells the child its origin. Everybody round the table pretends to be entertained while he does.
So the man in the poem is a bit merry, a bit drunk by the time he goes home, Miles says, and in the dark he passes a lot of people dancing round a fire, and one of them is a really good dancer and she’s wearing a very short shirt, so the man watches her, and shouts out well done short shirt! except it’s in Scots he shouts it, weel done Cutty Sark!—she’s so good at dancing and he’s so drunk he can’t help but blurt it out, out it comes. But the girl, well, she and her friends happen to be witches, and they’re angry they’ve been spied on, and they chase the drunk man as if they’re going to kill him, and even though his horse is good and fast he only escapes by the skin of his horse’s tail.
Ha, the child says. Skin of his tail.
Her tail, Miles says. The horse was female.
That ’s why the ship is a she, Hugo says. Same as the horse. Females, always a bit fast.
Everybody laughs.
Why is that funny? the child says.
I hope they never reopen that bloody ship, pardon my French, Jan says. The traffic round here, I don’t know what it’s like where you live, Mark and Miles, but it’s really been getting me down lately.
The child assures Jan that the ship will definitely be reopened to the public as soon as they remake it because nowadays you can do pretty much anything including remake something historic after it’s burned down.
Yep-iep, her father says. You can do pretty much anything nowadays. Take film of people who don’t know you’re doing it and even shoot them dead from a helicopter that’s classed as a toy. Anything.
Why has everybody stopped talking? the child says into the silence.
Ah, Miles says and winks at the child. A time to be silent, a time to burn things down, a time to restore them, a time to get drunk, a time to race away from things as fast as you can on your horse, a time to brain the archbishop, a time to make some headway with the starter.
Mark looks down at his plate. He looks at his full wine glass. He looks at his empty water glass. He looks at Miles’s plate. On it is what looks like salad and blue cheese, which is what they’ve also served to the child who is now poking at her plate with a knife and looking suspicious.
A discussion starts about something Caroline has seen on a screen at a train station.
And then I thought, Caroline says, that now that we can do that, morph a tiger first into the shape of a man’s foot and then into the shape of a trainer, I mean now that we have such tamed and, I have to say, beautiful images of something like a tiger and we can do exactly what
And the church has survived and is still there, the child says, though it has been rebuilt on the place, the exact place the original church where they brained him stood.
Ours are so grown up now, Caroline says. Theirs are still small, she says nodding at Hannah then at Richard. Lucky them, that’s all I can say. I have fond memories of life BCG. Before computer games. D’you like children, Mark? Oh, excuse me. I don’t mean that to sound like it sounds.
Um, Mark says.
I mean, I don’t know that you don’t have any. I was just assuming. I didn’t mean to sound patronizing.
It is possible now for you lot to adopt, isn’t it? Hugo said.
What lot, sorry? Mark says.
Miles is talking to the child about the restoration of the Cutty Sark.
The original, he says, was really fast. She was a tea-clipper, but built when tea-clippers were no longer relevant or really needed any more, but she was so adaptable and fast that she could even outrace the newfangled steamships.
But what I wonder is, the child said, why is it a she?
Would you rather we called it a he? Miles says.
No, the child says. I just wonder why it is, that’s all.
I don’t know, Miles says, but I’ll try and find out for you. I think ships are generally shes. And you know what Cutty Sark means?
Miles tells the child its origin. Everybody round the table pretends to be entertained while he does.
So the man in the poem is a bit merry, a bit drunk by the time he goes home, Miles says, and in the dark he passes a lot of people dancing round a fire, and one of them is a really good dancer and she’s wearing a very short shirt, so the man watches her, and shouts out well done short shirt! except it’s in Scots he shouts it, weel done Cutty Sark!—she’s so good at dancing and he’s so drunk he can’t help but blurt it out, out it comes. But the girl, well, she and her friends happen to be witches, and they’re angry they’ve been spied on, and they chase the drunk man as if they’re going to kill him, and even though his horse is good and fast he only escapes by the skin of his horse’s tail.
Ha, the child says. Skin of his tail.
Her tail, Miles says. The horse was female.
That ’s why the ship is a she, Hugo says. Same as the horse. Females, always a bit fast.
Everybody laughs.
Why is that funny? the child says.
I hope they never reopen that bloody ship, pardon my French, Jan says. The traffic round here, I don’t know what it’s like where you live, Mark and Miles, but it’s really been getting me down lately.
The child assures Jan that the ship will definitely be reopened to the public as soon as they remake it because nowadays you can do pretty much anything including remake something historic after it’s burned down.
Yep-iep, her father says. You can do pretty much anything nowadays. Take film of people who don’t know you’re doing it and even shoot them dead from a helicopter that’s classed as a toy. Anything.
Why has everybody stopped talking? the child says into the silence.
Ah, Miles says and winks at the child. A time to be silent, a time to burn things down, a time to restore them, a time to get drunk, a time to race away from things as fast as you can on your horse, a time to brain the archbishop, a time to make some headway with the starter.
Mark looks down at his plate. He looks at his full wine glass. He looks at his empty water glass. He looks at Miles’s plate. On it is what looks like salad and blue cheese, which is what they’ve also served to the child who is now poking at her plate with a knife and looking suspicious.
A discussion starts about something Caroline has seen on a screen at a train station.
And then I thought, Caroline says, that now that we can do that, morph a tiger first into the shape of a man’s foot and then into the shape of a trainer, I mean now that we have such tamed and, I have to say, beautiful images of something like a tiger and we can do exactly what
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