‘He practices his sentences on the Vine, and is condescended to. He does not want to end up like the other boys, beyond the box trees in the servants’ cemetery. He is small and pliant (only five three) but has learned to aim for higher things, for a high life. “Life holds us like a wheelbarrow,” he says, in a sudden, high-pitched flash of coherence, “a barrowload full to wheel out and spread, whichever way it so chooses.” What he is getting at, the Vine eventually understands, what the boy is after is to end up beneath the empty plot.’
By Scott Morris.