He had no need now to ask his son for explanations. The fixed stare, the slightly-open mouth, the rigid motionless body, fettered by a misery too profound for restlessness - how well he knew the state of mind these things expressed! But there must surely be relief in thus allowing the mood to mould the body's attitude to its own shape. I've never tasted so much as a sherd of it, but for all that I can sing.” They say the fruit from over the hills makes one sing. But when one's been used all one's life to seeing him naked, as it were, instead of shut up in a clock, like he is in Lud, one learns that he is as quiet and peaceful as an old ox dragging the plough. There's no bogey from over the hills that scares one like Time. I was country-bred, and as my old granny used to say, "There's no clock like the sun and no calendar like the stars." And why? Because it gets one used to the look of Time. Life's sad enough, in all conscience, but there's nothing to be frightened about in it or to turn one's stomach. Why, maids have died on their marriage eve, or, what's worse, bringing their first baby into the world, and the world's wagged on all the same. “What's the use of crying, and retching, and belching, all day long, like your lady downstairs? Life has its sad side, and we must take the rough with the smooth.
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