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Adventures in Contentment
·
David Grayson
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"It
serves
the
purpose."
VI
THE
MARSH
DITCH
"If
the
day
and
the
night
are
such
that
you
greet
them
with
joy
and
life
emits
a
fragrance
like
flowers
and
sweet-smelling
herbs--is
more
elastic,
more
starry,
more
immortal--that
is
your
Success."
In
all
the
days
of
my
life
I
have
never
been
so
well
content
as
I
am
this
spring.
Last
summer
I
thought
I
was
happy,
the
fall
gave
me
a
finality
of
satisfaction,
the
winter
imparted
perspective,
but
spring
conveys
a
wholly
new
sense
of
life,
a
quickening
the
like
of
which
I
never
before
experienced.
It
seems
to
me
that
everything
in
the
world
is
more
interesting,
more
vital,
more
significant.
I
feel
like
"waving
aside
all
roofs,"
in
the
way
of
Le
Sage's
Asmodeus.
I
even
cease
to
fear
Mrs.
Horace,
who
is
quite
the
most
formidable
person
in
this
neighbourhood.
She
is
so
avaricious
in
the
saving
of
souls--and
so
covetous
of
mine,
which
I
wish
especially
to
retain.
When
I
see
her
coming
across
the
hill
I
feel
like
running
and
hiding,
and
if
I
were
as
bold
as
a
boy,
I
should
do
it,
but
being
a
grown-up
coward
I
remain
and
dissemble.
She
came
over
this
morning.
When
I
beheld
her
afar
off,
I
drew
a
long
breath:
"One
thousand,"
I
quoted
to
myself,
"shall
flee
at
the
rebuke
of
one."
In
calmness
I
waited.
She
came
with
colours
flying
and
hurled
her
biblical
lance.
When
I
withstood
the
shock
with
unexpected
jauntiness,
for
I
usually
fall
dead
at
once,
she
looked
at
me
with
severity
and
said:
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
