"After the momentous lunch at the Corridor Restaurant, Elaine had returned to Manchester Square (where she was staying with one of her numerous aunts) in a frame of mind that embraced a tangle of competing emotions. In the first place she was conscious of a dominant feeling of relief; in a moment of impetuosity, not wholly influenced by pique, she had settled the problem which hours of hard thinking and serious heart-searching had brought no nearer to solution, and although she felt just a little inclined to be scared at the head-long manner of her final decision, she had now very little doubt in her own mind that the decision had been the right one."
Yesterday (again) I remembered and considered, eyes fixed on the pavement, mind in the mud, "consciousness raising" and its ur-thorniness.
Time's arrow, bull's-eye, getaway, takeaway, the whole damn thing.
Text: Saki, The Unbearable Bassington (1912)