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           Nothingwouldhappentoliftthatweightofintolerableboredom.Thetermswenton.Wegrew;wechanged;for,ofcourse,weareanimals.Wearenotalwaysawarebyanymeans;webreathe,eat,sleepautomatically.Weexistnotonlyseparatelybutinundifferentiatedblobsofmatter.Withonescoopawholebrakefulofboysissweptupandgoescricketing,footballing.AnarmymarchesacrossEurope.Weassembleinparksandhallsandsedulouslyopposeanyrenegade(Neville,Louis,Rhoda)whosetsupaseparateexistence.AndIamsomadethat,whileIhearoneortwodistinctmelodies,suchasLouissings,orNeville,Iamalsodrawnirresistiblytothesoundofthechoruschantingitsold,chantingitsalmostwordless,almostsenselesssongthatcomesacrosscourtsatnight;whichwehearnowboomingroundusascarsandomnibusestakepeopletotheatres.(Listen;thecarsrushpastthisrestaurant;nowandthen,downtheriver,asirenhoots,asasteamermakesforthesea.)IfabagmanoffersmesnuffinatrainIaccept.Ilikethecopious,shapeless,warm,notsoveryclever,butextremelyeasyandrathercoarseaspectofthings;thetalkofmeninclubsandpublic-houses,ofminershalfnakedindrawers--theforthright,perfectlyunassuming,andwithoutendinviewexceptdinner,love,moneyandgettingalongtolerably;thatwhichiswithoutgreathopes,idealsoranythingofthatkind;whatisunassumingexcepttomakeatolerablygoodjobofit.Ilikeallthat.SoIjoinedthem,whenNevillesulkedorLouis,asIquiteagreesublimely,turnedonhisheel.