These
separate moments of being were however embedded in many more
moments of non-being. 1 have already forgotten what Leonard and I
talked about at lunch; and at tea; although it was a good day the
good was embedded in a kind of nondescript cotton wool. This
is always so. A great part of every day is not lived
consciously. One
walks, eats, sees things, deals with what has to be done; the
broken
vacuum cleaner; ordering dinner; writing orders to Mabel; washing;
cooking dinner; bookbinding. When it is a bad day the
proportion of non-being is much larger.
"A Sketch of the Past"
(MOB 70)
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