“Most people seem to live ‘in character.’ They have a beginning, a middle and an end….. They have a class, they have a place, they know what is becoming in them and what is due to them.
But there is another kind of life. One gets hit by some unusual transverse force, jerked out of one’s stratum, and one lives crosswise for the rest of time.”
from Tono-Bungay by H.G. Wells
His Futile Preoccupations ..... 