An Autumn Morning S eptember 28, 1918. But the people on their way to the 9.30 did not look up at the fight.
Life is real, life is earnest.
When I doubt that humanity knows what it is doing, I get comfort from watching our local brigadiers and Whitehall ladies on their way these tranquil autumnn mornings to give our planet another good shove towards the millennium. I hear their feet overtaking me, brisk and resolute, as though a revelation had come to them overnight, and so now they knew what to do, undiverted by any doubt. The reproof goes home. It justly humiliates. It may be that what Europe is suffering from in our time is the consequence of having worked too hard, since that unlucky day when Watt gave too much thought to a boiling kettle.