When she opened the door to the office, the first thing she saw was Davis sitting all by himself in a chair, staring vacantly at a Black History Month poster of Sojourner Truth on the opposite wall.
These are delivered, and sometimes disguised, with great suppleness, especially by Neill, but they work far better in rushes of wrath and dissent than in the more lyrical moods, and the whole conceit will strike you as either dazzling or vacantly precious, according to taste.