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           Thenathunder-clapofcompleteindifference;thelightblownout;thenthereturnofmeasurelessirresponsiblejoy;certainfieldsseemtoglowgreenforever,andinnocentlandscapesappearasifinthelightofthefirstdawn--onepatchofgreen,forexample,upatHampstead;andallfacesarelitup,allconspireinahushoftenderjoy;andthenthemysticsenseofcompletionandthenthatrasping,dog-fishskin-likeroughness--thoseblackarrowsofshiveringsensation,whenshemissesthepost,whenshedoesnotcome.Outrushabristleofhornedsuspicions,horror,horror,horror--butwhatistheuseofpainfullyelaboratingtheseconsecutivesentenceswhenwhatoneneedsisnothingconsecutivebutabark,agroan?Andyearslatertoseeamiddle-agedwomaninarestauranttakingoffhercloak.

           ’Buttoreturn.Letusagainpretendthatlifeisasolidsubstance,shapedlikeaglobe,whichweturnaboutinourfingers.Letuspretendthatwecanmakeoutaplainandlogicalstory,sothatwhenonematterisdespatched--loveforinstance--wegoon,inanorderlymanner,tothenext.Iwassayingtherewasawillowtree.Itsshoweroffallingbranches,itscreasedandcrookedbarkhadtheeffectofwhatremainsoutsideourillusionsyetcannotstaythem,ischangedbythemforthemoment,yetshowsthroughstable,still,andwithasternnessthatourliveslack.Hencethecommentitmakes;thestandarditsupplies,andthereasonwhy,asweflowandchange,itseemstomeasure.Neville,forexample,satwithmeontheturf.