I’m still taken by surprise when the pendulum of life
changes direction. Tedium loses its grip, to be replaced by a dazzling succession
of coincidences, connections, compliments and consequences. The sails fill and
the ship fairly skips along the tops of the waves. And when she does, the
doldrums seem all the more dolorous.
In the throes of the old fatigue problem tonight, and all the
nagging little chronic nuisances are yelling at me. Nevertheless...
Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we’ll die
with harness on our back
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