It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
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When one has much to put in them, a day has a thousand pockets.
How many days have again gone silently by; today is 28 May. Have I not even the resolution to take this penholder, this piece of wood, in my hand every day? I really think I do not. I row, ride, swim, lie in the sun.