. In the forest of Arden. ia Rosalind and I have always beenplanning to do a great many pleasantthings when we had more time. Dur-ing the busy days when we barelyfound opportunity to speak to eachother we were always thinking of thebetter days when we should be able tosit hours together with no knock at thedoor and no imperative summons fromthe kitchen. Some man of sufficienteminence to give his words currencyought to define life as a series of inter-ruptions. There are a good manyvaluable and inspiring things whichcan only be done when one is in themoodt and to secure a mood is notalways an e
. In the forest of Arden. ia Rosalind and I have always beenplanning to do a great many pleasantthings when we had more time. Dur-ing the busy days when we barelyfound opportunity to speak to eachother we were always thinking of thebetter days when we should be able tosit hours together with no knock at thedoor and no imperative summons fromthe kitchen. Some man of sufficienteminence to give his words currencyought to define life as a series of inter-ruptions. There are a good manyvaluable and inspiring things whichcan only be done when one is in themoodt and to secure a mood is notalways an easy matter; there aremoods which are as coy as the mosthigh-spirited woman^ and must bewooed with as much patience andtact: and when the illusive prize isgained, one holds it by the frailest ten-ure. An interruption diverts the cur- 39 iMhi,
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