A Buyer's Market

A continuation of the enjoyment of the Dance To The Music Of Time series. This one is perhaps a bit less enjoyable, as the novelty has worn off, but the style is very enjoyable, there are penetrating insights and amusing anecdotes and descriptions, which very occasionally were a trifle tiresome. Perhaps too much of this kind of thing in a short period was inadvisable. Need to space them out over a longer time frame, mirroring the sequence???s stretch over time

‰ЫПI was aware of an unexpected drift towards intimacy, although this sudden sense of knowing her all at once much better was not simultaneously accompanied by any clear portrayal in my own mind of the kind of person she might really be. Perhaps intimacy of any sort, love or friendship, impedes all exactness of definition. ... In short, the persons we see most clearly are not necessarily those we know best. In any case, to attempt to describe a woman in the broad terms employable for a man is perhaps irrational.‰Ыќ

‰ЫПFor reasons not always explicable, there are specific occasions when events begin suddenly to take on a significance previously unsuspected, so that, before we really know where we are, life seems to have begun in earnest at last, and we ourselves, scarcely aware that any change has taken place, are careering uncontrollably down the slippery avenues of eternity.‰Ыќ

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“Existence fans out indefinitely into new areas of experience, and ‰Ы_ almost every additional acquaintance offers some supplementary world with its own hazards and enchantments. As time goes on, of course, these supposedly different worlds, in fact, draw closer, if not to each other, then to some pattern common to all; ... nearly all the inhabitants of these outwardly disconnected empires turn out at last to be tenaciously inter-related; love and hate, friendship and enmity, too, becoming themselves much less clearly defined, more often than not showing signs of possessing characteristics that could claim, to say the least, not a little in common; while work and play merge indistinguishably into a complex tissue of pleasure and tedium.”