Moments
‘Awful moments? Why, yes, of course,’ I said, ‘life is full of them—let me think—’
‘To find other people’s unposted letters in an old pocket; to be seen looking at oneself in a street-mirror, or overhead talking of the Ideal to a duchess; to refuse Nuns who come to the door to ask for subscriptions, or to be lent by a beautiful new acquaintance a book she has written full of mystical slipslop, or dreadful musings in an old-world garden—’