'Life
is pleasant. Life is good. The mere process of life is satisfactory. Take the
ordinary man in good health. He likes eating and sleeping. He likes the snuff
of fresh air and walking at a brisk pace down the Strand. Or
in the country there’s a cock crowing on a gate; there’s a foal galloping round
a field. Something always has to be done next. Tuesday follows Monday;
Wednesday Tuesday. Each spreads the same ripple of well-being, repeats the same
curve of rhythm; covers fresh sand with a chill or ebbs a little slackly
without. So the being grows rings; identity becomes robust. What was fiery and
furtive like a fling of grain cast into the air and blown hither and thither by
wild gusts of life from every quarter is now methodical and orderly and flung
with a purpose – so it seems.’
Tuesday, May 11, 2021
The Waves, Virginia Woolf
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