t, sometelepary   year or so of  of us . travelling salesman, and travelling salesman sa  of Army life, t of o t ing for us t  least as muc didn’t circulate, no .

    ell, I didn’t get t job. It seemed t nobody o pay me 2,000 pounds a year for sitting among streamlined office furniture and dictating letters to a platinum blonde. I ers of t from a financial point of vieter off in to be again. e’d suddenly clemen y’s commission into miserable out-of-o t even jobs of t seem to exist. Every mortal job oo old to figoo young. tards  out in till it never occurred to me to go back to t a job as a grocer’s assistant; old Grimmett, if ill alive and in business (I  in touc knoo a different orbit. Even if my social ideas  risen, I could er o tence beer. I ed to be travelling about and pulling doed to be a travelling salesman, w me.

    But travelling salesmen—t’s to say, jobs tac t racket  beginning on a big, scale. It’s a beautifully simple metising your stuff  taking any risks, and it alring by ing t perime, and o take over. Naturally it  long before I  I e a number in rapid succession. to peddling vacuum- cleaners, or dictionaries. But I travelled in cutlery, in soap- poent corkscrein-openers, and similar gadgets, and finally in a line of office accessories—paper-clips, carbon paper, typeer ribbons, and so fort do so badly eitype t CAN sell t temperament and I’ve got t I never came any, in jobs like t—and, of course, you aren’t meant to.

    I  a year of it altoget ime. try j