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"DESPAIR DEFERRED ... ?"

Something she'd read in her old college days, when she'd met a Theosophist, floated into her mind. "Time is all," it ran, "Pain and Pleasure, Sorrow and Happiness, Disaster and Prosperity: they are the same thing felt at a different Tempo:" Well, she'd heard the psychophysiologists say something of that sort about pain. Her tongue gingerly felt around the back of the bicuspid. You could make the pain go from halfpleasure to quite-pain.
The highbrow hymn went on: "The sum of pain is ever the same. Man calls it happiness when the vast Wheel moves too slowly for him to perceive it. Brahman accelerates the beat and man cries out `Disaster: But it is only and always the Wheel." That was probably true, too. Hadn't she often read in animal psychology that most creatures can't notice movement if it is below a certain pace. The Wheel-a pleasant stretch at the pace we are accustomed to but breaking us if it goes any faster. Wasn't that as near the actual truth, "real realism," as one could get, and weren't Christ's practical epigrams the deduced behavior based on such an insight?
After all, everyone does die, whatever you may do; and if life had no sense in itself, it didn't have any more at eighty than at eighteen. Just managing to live long doesn't prove anything. To die an imbecile at eighty or of cancer at seventy, though one might do it in a fine white ward all by oneselfwas that a better demonstration of worth-whileness than dying all together, all under forty, in a blind hot belief that Right, our Right, was winning? But we just don't notice the one-by-one erosion. It's the sudden slump of a mass that startles us. We don't notice anything that steals on us.

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