"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)
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