The
narrator of the story, a boy entering adolescence, wants to experience more than his humdrum
life in Dublin. He describes his surroundings as bleak. His house is on a dead end (which he
calls a "blind" end) and faces "brown" houses, reflecting how his life seems
drab and dead ended. His home is filled with musty air, and he plays in muddy lanes.
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