his face, came up to me, looked back across the rows of bends and said “when your mother sweeps the rooms out at home sonny, does she sweep round the furniture or does she move it?” without hesitating, i said, ”she moves it, sir.” “well start again at the beginning and move those piles of bends and sweep under them.” “yes sir,” i said. i put down my brush and started handling the bent tubes from the pile stacked in front of me and piling them up on the floor in an area that i had already swept clean.
i am sure i understood the points he was making, but just 