would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own
existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most
part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend.
There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we
continue to exclaim, "I do enjoy myself," or, " I am horrified," we are insincere. " As far as I feel
anything, it is enjoyment, horror "--it's no more than that really, and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent.
It so happened that Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested had felt nothing acutely for a fortnight.
E.M.Forster "A Passage to India"
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