睿智与快乐

　 When I first read this line by England’s Poet Laureate, it startled me. What did Masefield mean? Without thinking about it much, I had always assumed that the opposite was true. But his sober assurance was arresting. I could not forget it.
　　
　 Finally, I seemed to grasp his meaning and realized that here was a profound observation. the wisdom that happiness makes possible lies in clear perception, not fogged by anxiety nor dimmed by despair and boredom, and without the blind spots caused by fear. 　　
　       "Robert," I said, and shook him by the shoulder. He looked up. He smiled and blinked.

       "Did I talk out loud just then?"

       "Something. But it wasn't clear."

       "God, what a rotten dream!"

       "Did the typewriter put you to sleep?"

       "Guess so. I didn't sleep all last night."

       "What was the matter?"

       "Talking," he said.

       I could picture it. I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends. We went out to the Café Napolitain to have an _aperitif_ and watch the evening crowd on the Boulevard.

WITHOUT a glance at Jill the lion rose to its feet and gave one last blow. Then, as if satisfied with its work, it turned and stalked slowly away, back into the forest. 
"It must be a dream, it must, it must," said Jill to herself. "I'll wake up in a moment." But it wasn't, and she didn't.

"I do wish we'd never come to this dreadful place," said Jill. "I don't believe Scrubb knew any more about it than I do. Or if he did, he had no business to bring me here without warning me what it was like. It's not my fault he fell over that cliff. If he'd left me alone we should both be all right." then she remembered again the scream that Scrubb had given when he fell, and burst into tears. Everything assumes a fairer proportion. And here is the beginning of wisdom