Emotion has blinded wiser folk, and perhaps that is merely a little
device of nature's, for if one could look into the future with too
great a clarity of vision there would be fewer matings. In the main
her declaration still held true. She loved her husband with the same
intensity; possibly even more, for she had found in him none of the
flaws which every woman dreads that time and association may bring to
light in her chosen mate.
When Bill drew her up close in his arms, the intangible menace of the
wilderness and all the dreary monotony of the days faded into the
background. But they, no more than others who have tried and failed
for lack of understanding, could not live their lives with their heads
in an emotional cloud. For every action there must be a corresponding
reaction. They who have the capacity to reach the heights must
likewise, upon occasion, plumb the depths. Life, she began to realize,
resolved itself into an unending succession of little, trivial things,
with here and there some great event looming out above all the rest for
its bestowal of happiness or pain.
Bill knew. He often talked about such things. She was beginning to
understand that he had a far more comprehensive grasp of the
fundamentals of existence that she had.
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