The curtains on the long Georgian windows have not been drawn, and light streams out onto the drive and footpath. Approaching guests can see the throng inside, chatting and laughing and drinking and chewing animatedly but silently, like actors on television when the sound is turned down, The door has been left on the latch, so there is no longer any need to ring the bell, but Ralph hovers just inside the door to welcome his guests, and directed to hang their coats in the downstairs cloakroom, where some linger to examine the wall-paper with its pattern of illustrations reproduced from La Vie Parisienne, women are invited to spread their coats on the twin beds of the guest bedroom, which has an en-suite bathroom convenient for last-minute adjustments to hair and make-up. Divested of their outdoor attire, the guests provide themselves with red or white wine, beer or soft drinks from the bar-table, tended by Mark Messenger in an electric blue shirt and black Dockers, the pass into the large drawing room, where Simon and Hope wriggle through the crush bearing plates of canapés, daring back occasionally for replenishment to the kitchen, where Carrie is warming up the ciabatta and focaccia and organic whole meal rolls in the electric oven for supper, while chatting to some women friends who are enviously inspecting the new modular kitchen units and work surfaces imported from Germany and fitted just a few months ago.
From the book ‘Thinks’, by David Lodge

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‘I can assure you, Jason, that we are all actors in life, presenting ourselves as we wish others to see us. That is why those of us who actually are actors, like myself, understand our world and the people in it more fully than ordinary people do. W know the tricks , we read the signs. we recognize that we live in a world full of performers. some of us are subtle, some are hams, but every one of us is acting. Seeing through your performance, Jazz, is my bread and butter.’
Jazz didn’t reply for a moment. ‘That’s bollocks,’ he said finally, which was sadly well below his usual natural wit.
David smiled.
Then Kelly leaned forward and whispered something in David’s ear. It was hard to catch, but there was no doubt about what she said. What Kelly said to David was ‘I know you.’
Then she leaned back against the side of the tub and looked straight into David’s eyes.
David returned her stare, his superior smirk undaunted. he seemed unruffled.
He was about to be ruffled. Very.
For Kelly leaned forward once more and whispered something into David’s ear.

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