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           Thensuddenly,inamomentofexasperation,offtoCumberlandwithaquietmanforawholeweekinaninn,withtherainrunningdownthewindow-panesandnothingbutmuttonandmuttonandagainmuttonfordinner.Yetthatweekremainsasolidstoneinthewelterofunrecordedsensation.Itwasthenweplayeddominoes;thenwequarrelledabouttoughmutton.Thenwewalkedonthefell.Andalittlegirl,peepingroundthedoor,gavemethatletter,writtenonbluepaper,inwhichIlearntthatthegirlwhohadmademeByronwastomarryasquire.Amaningaiters,amanwithawhip,amanwhomadespeechesaboutfatoxenatdinner--Iexclaimedderisivelyandlookedattheracingclouds,andfeltmyownfailure;mydesiretobefree;toescape;tobebound;tomakeanend;tocontinue;tobeLouis;tobemyself;andwalkedoutinmymackintoshalone,andfeltgrumpyundertheeternalhillsandnotintheleastsublime;andcamehomeandblamedthemeatandpackedandsobackagaintothewelter;tothetorture.

           ’Nevertheless,lifeispleasant,lifeistolerable.TuesdayfollowsMonday;thencomesWednesday.Themindgrowsrings;theidentitybecomesrobust;painisabsorbedingrowth.Openingandshutting,shuttingandopening,withincreasinghumandsturdiness,thehasteandfeverofyoutharedrawnintoserviceuntilthewholebeingseemstoexpandinandoutlikethemainspringofaclock.HowfastthestreamflowsfromJanuarytoDecember!Wearesweptonbythetorrentofthingsgrownsofamiliarthattheycastnoshadow.Wefloat,wefloat...