Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day

What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.

For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn.

Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read; what I haven't read.

So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.

Speech is an old torn net, through which the fish escape as one casts it over them.