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Since he belonged, even at the age of six, to that great clan
which cannot keep this feeling separate from that, but must let future
prospects, with their joys and sorrows, cloud what is actually at hand, since
to such people even in earliest childhood any turn in the wheel of sensation
has the power to crystallise and transfix the moment upon which its gloom or
radiance rests, James Ramsay, sitting on the floor cutting out pictures from
the illustrated catalogue of the Army and Navy stores, endowed the picture of a
refrigerator, as his mother spoke, with heavenly bliss. It was fringed with
joy. The wheelbarrow, the lawnmower, the sound of poplar trees, leaves
whitening before rain, rooks cawing, brooms knocking, dresses rustling--all
these were so coloured and distinguished in his mind that he had already his private
code, his secret language.
To
The Lighthouse (7)
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