ABSTRACT
He was shut out from all family affairs. No one told him anything. The children, alone with the mother, told her all about the day’s happenings, everything. Nothing had really taken place in them until it was told to their mother. But as soon as the father came in, everything stopped. He was the scotch in the smooth, happy machinery of the home. And he was always aware of this fall of silence on his entry, the shutting off of life, the unwelcome (D.H. Lawrence, 1976/1913, 62).
