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It begins with six children playing in a garden by the sea and follows their lives as they grow up and experience friendship, love and grief at the death of their beloved friend PercivalEverything seems stayedSusan, staring at the string that slips in and out among the leaves of the beech trees, cries: He is gone! He has escaped me! For there is nothing to lay hold ofTherefore, I said, I am myself, not Neville, a wonderful discoveryO western wind ..But if I do not nail these impressions to the board and out of the many men in me make one; exist here and now and not in streaks and patches, like scattered snow wreaths on far mountains; and ask Miss Johnson as I pass through the office about the movies and take my cup of tea and accept also my favourite biscuit, then I shall fall like snow and be wasted

But the pulse drums so in my forehead, behind my eyes, that everything dances the net, the grass; your faces leap like butterflies; the trees seem to jump up and downIn a world which contains the present moment, said Neville, why discriminate? Nothing should be named lest by so doing we change itNow we assemble in the long, bare dining-room that overlooks some park, some green space still fantastically lit by the setting sun so that there is a gold bar between the trees, and sit ourselves downRolling me over the waves will shoulder me underDecorous, portly we have white hair waved under our hats; slim shoes; little bags; clean-shaven cheeks; here and there a military moustache; not a speck of dust has been allowed to settle anywhere on our broadclothThere he sits, upright among the smaller fryWomen shuffle past the window as if there were no gulf cut in the street, no tree with stiff leaves which we cannot passI revenge myself upon the dayThat is Louis hesitating thereBut it is not you, it is not you, it is not you; not Percival, Susan, Jinny, Neville or Louis

So he turned with a passion that made up for his indolence upon Catullus, Horace, Lucretius, lying lazily dormant, yes, but regardant, noticing, with rapture, cricketers, while with a mind like the tongue of an ant-eater, rapid, dexterous, glutinous, he searched out every curl and twist of those Roman sentences, and sought out one person, always one person to sit besideWhat a sense of the tolerableness of life the lights in the bedrooms of small shopkeepers give us! Saturday comes, and there is just enough to pay perhaps for seats at the PicturesHow strange, said Susan, the little heaps of sugar look by the side of our platesNow it is overHe was found with his throat cutYet when I read Shakespeare or Catullus, lying in the long grass, he understands more than LouisHow richly I shall enjoy my youth (you make me feel)The blade is clean, sharp, worn in the centre

But one cannot go on for ever cutting these ancient inscriptions clearer with a knifeEvery day I unbury I dig upAnd while it passes, Louis, we are aware of downfalling, we forebode decayNow the cock crows like a spurt of hard, red water in the white tide, said BernardAlone, I often fall down into nothingnessWe must go 19d25c4272
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