The writer’s friend and travelling companion, Edward, is a motor man. All things car and bus related thrill him and here he is described in happy-heaven. What better symbol of boyish joy than ten ice creams?
When, on the homeward journey from the Very Nice Garden, we sliced alongside a racing bus, making a noise like a mammoth circular saw, his face lit up like a small boy faced with ten ice-cream cones, all for himself.
Source: Louis Golding, Good-bye to Ithaca (London: Hutchinson, 1955), p. 105
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