““She suspects the day of greyness this is not commonplace but frequent gets up holds the ordinary day in her heart for a moment - it leaps and kicks this is familiar not ordinary She put the day down picks herself up tries to breathe this is habitual but hard breathes out suspects that day of holding up her life longs to be held holds tight to her books and her letters repeats her name suspects her bag of weighing more than she does relies on it her ordinary life hopes her heart will go on beating hopes her life will not mind her questions.””
