Paddington again

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The train was passing through a landscape of gravel-pits and reservoirs, silvery stretches of water away towards the airport where the motorways merge, airliners hanging heavily below the clouds. They ran into another squall, trails of raindrops driven wriggling across the window like urgent sperm. He pictured Paddington, not far up the line, its echoing loudspeakers in the teeming concourse, the buses in the rain in Praed Street, the displaced crowds of travellers converging and dispersing.


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