. The book of months . ((:, r£2S> ■/> ^••T^f^—-^ 7. THE BOOK OF MONTHS spite of what went before, God knows how muchhappiness I have been allowed to enjoy, how richI have been, levying my tax of joy on all createdthings, on all the strings of human emotions ex-cept one only, love—definite love for one is strange if I cannot be content without ; often and often I have felt and shall feelagain that this would crown all the rest; but ifI again do my part in it, let myself love thisgirl, and nothing comes of it, how well I knowwith what a sense of dejection and impotence Isha
. The book of months . ((:, r£2S> ■/> ^••T^f^—-^ 7. THE BOOK OF MONTHS spite of what went before, God knows how muchhappiness I have been allowed to enjoy, how richI have been, levying my tax of joy on all createdthings, on all the strings of human emotions ex-cept one only, love—definite love for one is strange if I cannot be content without ; often and often I have felt and shall feelagain that this would crown all the rest; but ifI again do my part in it, let myself love thisgirl, and nothing comes of it, how well I knowwith what a sense of dejection and impotence Ishall have to begin again from the beginning,picking up the scattered pieces of the structureknown as I, fitting them together till somesort of coherent entity, a person of some kind,again pursues some sort of reasonable waythrough the world. And I distrust my ownpower of picking myself up again: I am afraidthat this time I should let the pieces lie about,shrug shoulders at them, and drift, fossilize,vegetate—what you ^V::c-
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