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“ The woman’s tragedy [Jane Carlyle] may be traced in those inimitable letters, whose intoxicating merriment flashes like lightning about the central figure, as it moves in sinister desolation against the background of a most peculiar age: an age of barbarism and prudery, of nobility and cheapness, of satisfaction and desperation; an age in which everything was discovered and nothing known; an age in which all the outlines were tremendous and all the details sordid; when gas-jets struggled feebly through the circumambient fog, when the hour of dinner might be at any moment between two and six, when the doses of rhubarb were periodic and gigantic, when pet dogs threw themselves out of upper storey windows, when cooks reeled drunk in areas, when one sat for hours with one’s feet in dirty straw dragged along the streets by horses, when an antimacassar was on every chair, and the baths were minute tin circles, and the beds were full of bugs and disasters.”
Evening. The moon, Jupiter. Moving mists. A troop of trees fording a river. A dog out hunting. Invisible oxen.
The chateau is dark; but a light in the dining-room shows that people are dining there in accordance with the rules of etiquette.
Slender poplars, heavy elms. As the mist moves, some are drowned while others raise their heads.
You hear the stream running in the very depth of the earth.
Now and then everything is drowned. It is a deluge.
Your mouth filled with dampness, you go home. You are a little scared.
“ But I’m a man. I have a mind, and three library tickets, and everything I want is impossible.”
“ The preservation of life no doubt basically stems from an enormously patient, hesitant effort, something everyone pushes themselves to do, keeping an eye on themselves on the difficult path of perserverance. Life probably couldn’t continue without a painstakingly-maintained worldwide conspiracy.”
“ How much depends upon the way things are presented in this world can be seen from the very fact that coffee drunk out of wine-glasses is really miserable stuff, as is meat cut at the table with a pair of scissors. Worst of all, as I once actually saw, is butter spread on a piece of bread with an old though very clean razor.”