“ It has made me better loving you... it has made me wiser,
It has made me better loving you... it has made me
wiser, and easier, and
brighter. I used to want a great many
things before, and to be angry that I did not have them.
Theoretically, I was satisfied. I flattered
myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to
irritation; I used to have morbid sterile
hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am
satisfied, because I can’t think of anything
better. It’s just as when one has been trying to spell
out a book in the twilight, and suddenly the lamp comes
in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of
life, and finding nothing to reward me for my
pains; but now that I can read it properly I see that
it’s a delightful story.