Jane felt her hear leap and quiver at them. “And Dimble, who had been sitting with his face drawn, and rather white, between the white faces of the two women, and his eyes on the table, raised his head, and great syllables of words that sounded like castles came out of his mouth. Good is always getting better and bad is always getting worse: the possibilities of even apparent neutrality are always diminishing.” 'If you dip into any college, or school, or parish, or family-anything you like-at a given point in its history, you always find that there was a time before that point when there was more elbow room and contrasts weren't quite so sharp and that there's going to be a time after that point when there is even less room for indecision and choices are even more momentous.

'I mean this,' said Dimble, answering the question she had not asked. His wife waited as those wait who know by long experience the mental processes of the person who is talking to them. 'Have you ever noticed,' said Dimble,' that the universe, and every little bit of the universe, is always hardening and narrowing and coming to a point?' 'But about Merlin?' asked Mrs Dimble presently.

'I don't know if we can even be certain about that.the universe being so complicated and all.' For a few minutes there was silence between them. 'My dear, I heard you telling it to Camilla the night before last.' 'How often, I wonder? As often as you've told the story of the pony and trap at Dawlish?' 'So you have said rather often before, dear,' replied Mrs Dimble “The universe is so very complicated,' said Dr Dimble. 'Any child loves rain if it's allowed to go out and paddle about in it.” 'That's because the grown-ups kept you in,' said Camilla. 'I'm sure I hated wet days as a child,' said Jane. Noticed it on a snowy day? The grown-ups are all going about with long faces, but look at the children - and the dogs? They know what snow's made for.' You learn the art of disliking it as you grow up. 'Everyone begins as a child by liking Weather. 'It's the other way round,' said Denniston. 'I don't think I should ever learn to like rain and snow.'

It's a useful taste if one lives in England.' Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather. 'That's why Camilla and I got married, 'said Denniston as they drove off. Jane said she'd never heard of anyone liking fogs before but she didn't mind trying. “Don't you like a rather foggy a in a wood in autumn? You'll find we shall be perfectly warm sitting in the car.'

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