Tuesday, 31st May, 2011

There are days in May when it is literally impossible for any person with health and leisure enough to walk into the country to believe in determinism, original sin, or the ultimate futility of all existence. There are days in autumn and winter when it is all but impossible not to think of these things.

Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies, p.239.

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