. The book of months . re and no hansom, no vomiting of82 ^ MARCH crowds from embowelled stations, no—no any-thing, as it seems to me this moment, except—and this is in the main the reason for which Igo—there is as much time there as in London(all the time there is, in fact) and less to do init. I want, in fact, to arrive at a greater sim-plicity of life than seems to me possible in Lon-don, to get into what I believe to be more normaland healthy conditions, instead of living an ex-istence, which, however delightful and absorbing,is yet slightly feverish. I want to get out of thehabit of think
. The book of months . re and no hansom, no vomiting of82 ^ MARCH crowds from embowelled stations, no—no any-thing, as it seems to me this moment, except—and this is in the main the reason for which Igo—there is as much time there as in London(all the time there is, in fact) and less to do init. I want, in fact, to arrive at a greater sim-plicity of life than seems to me possible in Lon-don, to get into what I believe to be more normaland healthy conditions, instead of living an ex-istence, which, however delightful and absorbing,is yet slightly feverish. I want to get out of thehabit of thinking of the next delightful thingI am going to do, in the course of the one Iam doing, and so largely missing its point—notto be in a hurry, not to clutch so much at pleas-ure. Also, in spite of my passion for crowds, I havedesired all this last year, with a haunting in-tensity which I cannot hope to convey, to watchthe bursting of the spring, to see it mix withthe great triumph of the summer, to follow step83 ^.
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