Be it as it may, it is only significant in its passing by way of psyche with its deep enfoldings of every historical fragment of a life and their re-echoings, its resurgent fleeting subjects, their hullabaloo and revulsions. How good it would be to get behind this and describe its texture and action, the way it swirls and you within it, the days appearing out of dream, the weight and odour of time, the descent, the very Sunday, the green of it.