Grandpa disliked it because the move cost him both the place he loved and the independence he had earned — and the second loss hurt far more than the first.
- The place. “Grandpa hated the noise and bustle of city life,” and he calls his daughter’s home “this poky little flat, in this horrible, crowded city”. Against that he sets his own house: “Such a wonderful place…! With that big mango tree in the garden! It is so quiet that at dusk you can even hear a leaf fall!”
- The loss of standing. His real complaint is stated in one sentence, spoken “with a trace of the firmness that had been a natural part of his job as a lawyer”: “I’ve been looking after myself for the better part of my seventy-five years. After your mother died ten years ago, I took over her duties as well and have been cooking, shopping and keeping house too. First you force me to come and live with you… and then you think you have the right to forbid me to go out on my own!”
- The way he is spoken to. His daughter uses an “over-loud tone… as though she were speaking to a child who couldn’t hear or understand too well”, and discusses his memory in front of him. Even his food is policed — sugar and bananas are “banned”.