The Sea, The Sea - pg. 174

James did not always, in talking to me, avoid a perhaps instinctive reversion to a slightly patronizing jokey tone which used to madden me when we were boys, especially since he was the younger. The banal phrase 'the bustle of the theatre' and the equation of me with 'retired people' seemed with an easy gesture to consign my activities past and present to unimportance. Or perhaps I was still being too sensitive.