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Ihavetriedtodoacolossallabour.Ihavedrivenaviolent,anunruly,aviciousteam.WithmyAustralianaccentIhavesatineating-shopsandtriedtomaketheclerksacceptme,yetneverforgottenmysolemnandsevereconvictionsandthediscrepanciesandincoherencesthatmustberesolved.AsaboyIdreamtoftheNile,wasreluctanttoawake,yetbroughtdownmyfistonthegrainedoakdoor.Itwouldhavebeenhappiertohavebeenbornwithoutadestiny,likeSusan,likePercival,whomImostadmire.
Owesternwind,whenwiltthoublow.
Thatthesmallraindowncanrain?
’Lifehasbeenaterribleaffairforme.Iamlikesomevastsucker,someglutinous,someadhesive,someinsatiablemouth.Ihavetriedtodrawfromthelivingfleshthestonelodgedatthecentre.Ihaveknownlittlenaturalhappiness,thoughtIchosemymistressinorderthat,withhercockneyaccent,shemightmakemefeelatmyease.Butsheonlytumbledthefloorwithdirtyunder-linen,andthecharwomanandtheshop-boyscalledaftermeadozentimesaday,mockingmyprimandsuperciliousgait.
Owesternwind,whenwiltthoublow,
Thatthesmallraindowncanrain?
’Whathasmydestinybeen,thesharp-pointedpyramidthathaspressedonmyribsalltheseyears?ThatIremembertheNileandthewomencarryingpitchersontheirheads;thatIfeelmyselfwoveninandoutofthelongsummersandwintersthathavemadethecornflowandhavefrozenthestreams.Iamnotasingleandpassingbeing.Mylifeisnotamoment’sbrightsparklikethatonthesurfaceofadiamond.
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