So the jet lag wants to go a few more rounds. It was finishing Middlemarch at five in the morning that crystallized a realization which has been a long time coming for me. If I say that a book affirms the essential worth of human life, that could mean: it makes me think that the worthwhile kernel of my life lies not in its difference from other lives, but rather in those aspects which are the most typical. So starting on Monday, I’ll finally have a kind of regular job. And at five-thirty in the morning, falling back asleep beside her (because she lives here now), I felt knotted to the world with the warmest threads.
