Reprinted from Facebook: Terror

What is one supposed to do when one's life begins the stately swirl into a Forster novel? When all the aching introspection and mistrust come into your sunny suburban life, without even being good enough to bring some of the servants and culture along with them? When one begins (fairly or not) to identify with those cool, genteel people and project some of those Edwardian malaises of Empire in decline onto one's friends and situation, can one do what the heroines would? Can one muster either the conviction of one or the courage of the other? Tentative answer: No.