. The book of months . ^i THE BOOK OF MONTHS talked simultaneously and laughed we dispersed to our rooms, flushedand hot. My window had been shut and a blind drawndown; here were the first things to be went the screaming blind, up went the win-dow, and the huge, exultant night poured was better, but still bad, and I tore off myclothes, leaving them on the floor, and, as mvmother bore me, and as I shall go back to thegreat mother of all, leaned out into the night,full of the excitement which at last I was night—niglit—the time when even a
. The book of months . ^i THE BOOK OF MONTHS talked simultaneously and laughed we dispersed to our rooms, flushedand hot. My window had been shut and a blind drawndown; here were the first things to be went the screaming blind, up went the win-dow, and the huge, exultant night poured was better, but still bad, and I tore off myclothes, leaving them on the floor, and, as mvmother bore me, and as I shall go back to thegreat mother of all, leaned out into the night,full of the excitement which at last I was night—niglit—the time when even astock-broker (wlio had made two hundred andninety pounds on the Stock Exchange)reverts insome degree to the beast from which he has beenevolved, when, unless one is fuddled with wine,or stupefied with food, or addled and rottenwith sensual thought, one occasionally wins backto the old primeval, prowling, excited joy ofbeing alive, to the bliss which childhood knows42 v?i^>.ws!..-,... ••,.
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