Will liked to go around by car to London. He liked the traffic, which allowed him to believe that he was a man who was in a hurry and offered rare occasions of frustration and anger (other people did things for download, but Will had to do things for charging), he liked to know how to steer, the like being swallowed by the flow of city life. Did not need a job or a family to get around by car to London was only a machine, and Will had it. Sometimes he drove for the simple pleasure of it, sometimes he drove because he liked to listen to music at a home that could not be taken without someone to beat furiously door or wall or ceiling.
That day he was convinced that he must go by car to Waitrose, and to be honest the real reason for the visit was that he wanted to follow Nevermind screaming at best, and at home could not. He loved Nirvana, but listen to his age was a pleasure tinged with a little 'guilt. All that anger and that pain and hatred for themselves! Will occasionally was ... tired, but he could not pretend that everything was there. So now used to angry rock music at high volume in place of real feelings rather than their expression, and did not mind that much. What were the real feelings?
That day he was convinced that he must go by car to Waitrose, and to be honest the real reason for the visit was that he wanted to follow Nevermind screaming at best, and at home could not. He loved Nirvana, but listen to his age was a pleasure tinged with a little 'guilt. All that anger and that pain and hatred for themselves! Will occasionally was ... tired, but he could not pretend that everything was there. So now used to angry rock music at high volume in place of real feelings rather than their expression, and did not mind that much. What were the real feelings?
- Nick Hornby
- A boy
- Teadue
- page 141
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