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I returned from the City at about three o'clock on that may afternoon, pretty well disgusted
with life. I had been for about three months in the Old Country, and was fed
up
with it. The
weather made me irritable, the talk of the ordinary Englishman made me sick. I couldn't get
enough exercise, and the amusements of London seemed as flat as soda-water that has been
standing in the sun.
It made me bite my lips to think of the plans I had been building up those last years in
Bulawayo. I had got my collection of things-not one of the big ones, but good enough for
me; and I had figured out all kinds of ways of enjoying myself. My father had brought me
out from Scotland at the age of six, and I had never been home since; so England was a sort
of Arabian Nights to me, and I counted on stopping there for the rest of my days.
But from the first I was disappointed with it. In about a week, I was tired of seeing
sights, and in less than a month I had had enough of restaurants and theatres. I had no real
pal to go about with, which probably explains things. Plenty of people invited me to their
houses, but they didn't seem much interested in me. They would fling me a question or two
about my hometown, and then get on their own affairs. A lot of ladies asked me to tea to
meet schoolmasters from New Zealand and editors from Vancouver, and that was the most
depressing business of all. Here I was, thirty-seven years old, sound in wind and limb, with
enough money to have a good time, yawning my head off all day. I had just about settled to
clear out and get back to the grassland, for I was the best bored man in the United Kingdom. Write summary for this passage​

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1915. I RETURNED from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life. I had been three months in the Old Country, and was fed up with it. If anyone had told me a year ago that I would have been feeling like that I should have laughed at him; but there was the fact.