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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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I
cannot
well
describe
it,
save
by
the
analogy
of
an
opening
door
somewhere
within
the
house
of
my
consciousness.
I
had
been
in
the
dark:
I
seemed
to
emerge.
I
had
been
bound
down:
I
seemed
to
leap
up--and
with
a
marvellous
sudden
sense
of
freedom
and
joy.
I
stopped
there
in
my
field
and
looked
up.
And
it
was
as
if
I
had
never
looked
up
before.
I
discovered
another
world.
It
had
been
there
before,
for
long
and
long,
but
I
had
never
seen
nor
felt
it.
All
discoveries
are
made
in
that
way:
a
man
finds
the
new
thing,
not
in
nature
but
in
himself.
It
was
as
though,
concerned
with
plow
and
harness
and
furrow,
I
had
never
known
that
the
world
had
height
or
colour
or
sweet
sounds,
or
that
there
was
feeling
in
a
hillside.
I
forgot
myself,
or
where
I
was.
I
stood
a
long
time
motionless.
My
dominant
feeling,
if
I
can
at
all
express
it,
was
of
a
strange
new
friendliness,
a
warmth,
as
though
these
hills,
this
field
about
me,
the
woods,
had
suddenly
spoken
to
me
and
caressed
me.
It
was
as
though
I
had
been
accepted
in
membership,
as
though
I
was
now
recognised,
after
long
trial,
as
belonging
here.
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