[Redbook2:361][19850531:1038b]{An
Experience: of Inner Silence}[31st May 1985]
19850531:1038
[continued]
On
the evening before yesterday, after a day spent sitting and then
lying (and dozing) in the sunny, windy garden [at
[C]],
as we started supper (in easy chairs), I found myself virtually
unable to speak, as a great sense of silence descended on me: I could
only stare at the fire while everyone else spoke. This lasted for
some minutes: perhaps ten?
We
had on the previous day visited my old [first boarding] school, where
I had been rather bewildered to be (very slightly) 'lionised'*, and
had suffered afterwards a strong sense of melancholy at the futility
of lives.
*[Possibly
on account of a student newspaper produced in the final term at
secondary-level school; or perhaps just welcomed.]
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