Norwich bulletin., 1916-08-25

Don't you tAink life is very tedious and empty?" asked Dulcibel abruptly
 after a rather long silence.
 'fAGy dear girl said you have been enjoying yourself too much; that is what is wrong with you. It is making you a pessimist-just for 8 change
 Please don't be absurd" she pro- l tested. q spoke of lifes being empty and tiresome, and you say there is too i much enjoyment in 1t. You are 1llog- tcal'
 Not so illogical as you think, my l dear cynic! Life has an average which i is pretty much what we make it. Of l course there is the exceptiOnal-the 1 exceptional joy, the exceptional sor- ] row: we can only reason about the l general and usual. One tries to make 1 ones general existence too full of 1 thrills and sensations; naturally at 1 times the taste pals. and the bitter ness of satiatiOn acts for @ time like bilious attack. It will work off, however, and leave one fresh to start again. But the price will have to be paid-and each bilious attack may grow WOrse.'
 That is comforting. But what do you mean?"
 T mean that your tendency is toward a Ceaseless whirl of seeking and not finding. You laugh at me for being satisfied with my quiet ways, my loved COmpaniOrship Of books, and art and music; you think me stodgy and slow. Why, your own satisfaction with your dOings and aims is by no means so complete as your contempt of mine!" T have no contempt for yours" eX- pIained DulcibeI, but my nature is different. I love society far more than you do; at least-just now I hate it. Do you understand me?''
 ''Yes, my dear, just because you are so contradictory. You hate what you love- and you pursue it with all the pertlnaCity Of hatred because you seek that in it which you believe will com pensate and content you. But it never does compensate and content. 4 little indifference might be better. But don't pretent to hate my own quiet ways Frankly, I love them; and they enable me to get a fair proportion of good out of society as we'll at the right time and place. For I love hu- man nature, even though I laugh at
 "Of course" coughed Du1cibe1 deli cately, you are an immaculate and imDeccabIe philosopher"
 'i never said sO.'
 Your Self-SatiSfactiOn declares it. You are Q snug pharisee, thanking God that you are not like poor me"
 We may be more alike than you think, only we are seeking to develop ourselves differently. For the time each f1ncieS his own way is best But J were of your own."
 T was complaining of life generally It seems to me 9 hollow delusiou."
 "YCu will be feeling better presently and follow the delusion with renewed zest. Perhaps the delusion is in what you seek, not in the real things that lie at hand if you choose to take them. You tire yourself out, mind and body, and then mistake your own fatigue for the honOWness of life. That is hardly fair. is it? And your appetite for new sensations, new pleasures, new excite Hents. grows in proportion to your failure in satisfying it. That sort of thing leads to a hungry and restless old age"
 Any illusion to old age makes Dulci- bel freCfEI. T don't think we need talk of that vet awhile" said she.
 Perhaps not but it comes It is one Of the inevitabIes unless accident f0restalls it."
 "Treacher or funeral sermons!"
 Nothing of the sort" I said. "T do not even want U talk of dying; I want to speak of living. It is living that matters most; the other will take care of itself. You have to live, and it is your right to live fully. to get all the good possible out of Iife-not sell