tomorrow

from Iris Murdoch's The Sea The Sea


am i after all alone now, as i intended to be, and without attachments? is history over?can one change oneself? i doubt it. or if there is any change it must be measured as the millionth part of a millimeter. when the poor ghosts have gone, what remains are ordinary obligations and ordinary interests. one can live quietly and try to do tiny good things and harm mo one. i cannot think of any tiny good thing to do at the moment, but perhaps i shall think of one tomorrow.