"...Just to behold the sun rise or set, just to catch a fleeting glimpse of the crescent moon, just to feel the cold, clear long-travelled air upon your face, just to note certain feathery clouds or certain twisted branches – are these experiences nothing to set over against the wearisome monotony of a meaningless commercial job?
If they are nothing to set against your worries and your discomforts, why then have you allowed something in you- a sixth sense given by the First Cause – to grow atrophied and dead!"
(John Cowper Powys, In Defence of Sensuality)
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