Tuesday, 13 April 2021

HG Wells on a monotonous existence

"Nothing ever does happen to me," he remarked presently, beginning to think aloud. "I wonder why? Things enough happen to other people. There is Harvey. Only the other week; on Monday he picked up sixpence, on Wednesday his chicks all had the staggers, on Friday his cousin came home from
Australia, and on Saturday he broke his ankle. What a whirl of excitement!--compared to me."

from The Flowering of the Strange Orchid

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