Derry: There are some people I hate. Mr. Lamb: That’d do you more harm than any bottle of acid. Acid only burns your face.
Derry: Only.... Mr. Lamb: Like a bomb only blew up my leg. There’s worse things can happen.
You can burn yourself away inside. Derry: How do you make all that out? Mr. Lamb: Watching.
Listening. Think- ing. Derry: I’d like a place like this. A garden.
I’d like a house with no curtains. Mr. Lamb: The gate’s always open. Derry: But this isn’t mine.
Mr. Lamb: Everything’s yours if you want it. What’s mine is anybody’s. Derry: So, I could come here again?
Even if you were out.... I could come here. Mr. Lamb: Certainly.
You might find others here, of course. Derry: Oh.... Mr. Lamb: Well, that needn’t stop you, you needn’t mind.
Derry: It’d stop them. They’d mind me. When they saw me here? They look at my face and run.
Mr. Lamb: When I go down the street, the kids shout ‘Lamey-Lamb.’ But they still come into the garden, into my house; it’s a game. They’re not afraid of me. Why should they be?
Because I’m not afraid of them, that’s why not. Derry: Did you get your leg blown off in the war? Mr. Lamb: Certainly.
How did Mr. Lamb lose his leg? Unit- - THE CHALLENGE - - - Derry: How will you climb on a ladder and get the crab apples down, then? Mr.
Lamb: Oh, there’s a lot of things I’ve learned to do, and plenty of time for it. Years. I take it steady. Derry: Those other people who come here....do they talk to you?
Ask you things? Mr. Lamb: Some do, some don’t. I ask them.
I like to learn. Derry: I don’t believe in them. I don’t think anybody ever comes. You’re here all by yourself and miserable and no one would know if you were alive or dead and nobody cares.
Mr. Lamb: You think what you please. Derry: All right then, tell me some of their names. Mr.