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the fact that he was wearing his best clothes somehow added to the strangeness of his sitting there alone like this, and as joe looked at him he was conscious for the first time of a sense of his father as not his father, but as someone without connection with himself: as a man, with thoughts and feelings outside their as father and son. he saw, for the first time, his father as a person carrying about with him a world of his own, and he had an indefinite sense of this world of his father's extending back to a time and a life before he himself was born. he was only a part of his father's world, while his father belonged in the centre of his, joe's world. And thing were far from well in his father's world, he knew.

he moved a few steps nearer, and his father did not look at him. '' they're all at home, wondering where you are '', said joe