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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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77. because of him. It wasn't much of a go! An introvert cannot become an extrovert. The whole aspect was uninviting. I hated the fixed expressions of the players; I loathed the determination to win the prize at all costs; I disliked the unsportsmanlike and unsociable attitudes; the intolerance of the would-be experts; the quibbling over non-essentials; the post-mortems. Bridge certainly had its disgusting moments. for me it was a stomach-ache - for I developed more than one, sometimes perhaps coincidentally, on the evenings when I endured an acceptance of that kind of a party - not my kind of fun! I must acknowledge that it sometimes was my own fault to find myself where I decidedly did not belong, nor should I have been among bridge-players trying to be amicable and agreeable. Fortunately for me, my husband also grew to dislike the game apparently to the same extent that it disagreed with me. So when we were invited to play we could very happily excuse ourselves. With the introduction of contract we refused to know anything about the game so we were gladly and well out of it for good. There were other parties too, that I remember. Parties that stand out because they freshly re-awaken thoughts of ghastly pains that needed to be endured. Moreover there were dinners of food that disagreed. With the years I had become more and

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77. because of him. It wasn't much of a go! An introvert cannot become an extrovert. The whole aspect was uninviting. I hated the fixed expressions of the players; I loathed the determination to win the prize at all costs; I disliked the unsportsmanlike and unsociable attitudes; the intolerance of the would-be experts; the quibbling over non-essentials; the post-mortems. Bridge certainly had its disgusting moments. for me it was a stomach-ache - for I developed more than one, sometimes perhaps coincidentally, on the evenings when I endured an acceptance of that kind of a party - not my kind of fun! I must acknowledge that it sometimes was my own fault to find myself where I decidedly did not belong, nor should I have been among bridge-players trying to be amicable and agreeable. Fortunately for me, my husband also grew to dislike the game apparently to the same extent that it disagreed with me. So when we were invited to play we could very happily excuse ourselves. With the introduction of contract we refused to know anything about the game so we were gladly and well out of it for good. There were other parties too, that I remember. Parties that stand out because they freshly re-awaken thoughts of ghastly pains that needed to be endured. Moreover there were dinners of food that disagreed. With the years I had become more and