MS-HRC-SB-4-3

[2499] scant bread and the scant shelter and the black joy of the
solitary way, in helplessness and willlessness, through all
the beauty, t^he knowing and the loving.

[2500] Which he sa^tated by saying,
for he was artless, I have had enough, without pausing a moment to
consider ^{reflect on} what it was he had enough of or to compare it with what ^{it had been}
he had had enough of, until he lost it, and which he would have
enough of again, when he got it back again, and without suspecting
that the thing so often felt to be excessive, and honoured by such
a variety of names, was perhaps in relai reality always one and
the same.

[2501] But there was one reflecting in his place and setting
down coldly the sign of equality where it was needed, as if that
could make any difference. [2502] So he had only to go on gasping, in huⁱs
artless way, Enough,^! enough,^!, as he crept along by the wall under
the cover of the bushes, searching for a breach through which he
might slip out, under cover of night, or a place with footholds
where he might climb over. [2503] But the wall was unbroken and smooth
and topped uninterruptedly with broken glass, of a bottle green.

[2504] But let us cast a glance at the main entrance, wide enough to
admit two large vehicles simultaneosuly ^abreast and flanked by two charm-
ing lodges covered with Virginia creeper and occupied by large
fam deserving families, to judge by the swarms of little brats
playing nearby, pursuing one another with cries of joy, rage and
grief.

[2505] But space hemmed him in on every side and held him in its
toils, with the multitude of other faintly stirring, faintly
struggling things, such as the children, the lodges and the gates,
and like a sweat of things the moments streamed away in a great
chaotic conflux of oz^ozings and torrents, and the trapped huddled