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           When,forexample,IwenttoLincolnshirethatsummertoseeSusanandsheadvancedtowardsmeacrossthegardenwiththelazymovementofahalf-filledsail,withtheswayingmovementofawomanwithchild,Ithought,"Itgoeson;butwhy?"Wesatinthegarden;thefarmcartscameupdrippingwithhay;therewastheusualgabbleofrooksanddoves;fruitwasnettedandcoveredover;thegardenerdug.Beesboomeddownthepurpletunnelsofflowers;beesembeddedthemselvesonthegoldenshieldsofsunflowers.Littletwigswereblownacrossthegrass.Howrhythmical,andhalfconsciousandlikesomethingwrappedinmistitwas;buttomehateful,likeanetfoldingone’slimbsinitsmeshes,cramping.ShewhohadrefusedPercivallentherselftothis,tothiscoveringover.

           ’Sittingdownonabanktowaitformytrain,Ithoughtthenhowwesurrender,howwesubmittothestupidityofnature.Woodscoveredinthickgreenleafagelayinfrontofme.Andbysomeflickofascentorasoundonanerve,theoldimage--thegardenerssweeping,theladywriting--returned.IsawthefiguresbeneaththebeechtreesatElvedon.Thegardenersswept;theladyatthetablesatwriting.ButInowmadethecontributionofmaturitytochildhood’sintuitions--satietyanddoom;thesenseofwhatisunescapableinourlot;death;theknowledgeoflimitations;howlifeismoreobduratethanonehadthoughtit.Then,whenIwasachild,thepresenceofanenemyhadasserteditself;theneedforoppositionhadstungme.Ihadjumpedupandcried,"Let’sexplore."Thehorrorofthesituationwasended.