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The lamp casts a circle of light upon the table. Before me is a pile of blue exercise books, and alongside a bottle of red ink. I look through the note-books, mark the mistakes, lay the blotting-papers inside and clap them to.
I stand up. Is this life, then? This dreary uniformity of days and lessons? But how empty it leaves all the background! There is still left much too much time to think. I hoped the routine would quiet me, but it only makes me more restless. How long the evenings are here!