293& yet she was only two feet away from him.Indeed it was his conviction thatThe passion Preserved as he was by He seldom thought about thesuch things: he was not a poet, not a novelist; his interest in life waspurely scientific. Just every now & then - if he was put out bysomething - he asked himself questions like this: What should we sayif we were honest? Is human life a good thing, or ?it is it a badthing?Why do we desire the continuance of the human raceupon earth?What do we live for?Such questions neveroccurred to him at other times.He was"I must am so sorry" said Mrs. Ramsay; who hadbeen giving instructions of some sort.For
