So what is this all about, this guilt I feel about having an easy life only to be balanced by my denying myself joys and delights, my having a plain and restricted life but this makes me feel hard done by so I compulsive comfort consume the plain subsistence I have restricted myself too. False economy.
There was a small flutter, a tiny distraction, then we were left without an option, when there are so many things we want to change, so many changes to make but what is it that we can do, nothing. We are doing nothing. Nothing.