filled with warm sunshine,

Although it was still early in the morning the fresh air had something of warmth mixed in with it. It was already the end of March, after all.

above all the various noises of eating their chewing teeth could still be heard,

a tender memory that appeared and disappeared again,

oppressed with anxiety and self-reproach,

he could only hear their feet as they stepped heavily on the floor.

he was looking out the window at a barren waste where the grey sky and the grey earth mingled inseparably.

as he became quite hot with shame and regret.

He had used to feel a great sense of freedom from doing this, but doing it now was obviously something more remembered than experienced, as what he actually saw in this way was becoming less distinct every day, even things that were quite near; he had used to curse the ever-present view of the hospital across the street, but now he could not see it