One aeroplane was struck, andoverset and fell. I remember that--though it didn't interest me inthe least. It didn't seem to signify. It was like a wounded gull, youknow--flapping for a time in the water. I could see it down the aisle ofthe temple--a black thing in the bright blue water."Three or four times shells burst about the beach, and then that ceased.
Now, I take it, this is thevery centre and origin of the muddle, futility, and unhappiness thatdistresses us; it's the cardinal problem of... read more
