Great-aunt Alison said I had a light nature.

Even when I ought to be sad my heart jumps up in the most unreasonable way, and I am happy.

But sometimes it feels as if we comfortable people are walking on a flowery meadow that is really a great quaking morass, and underneath there is black slime full of unimagined horrors.

A paragraph in the newspaper makes a crack and you see down: women who take money for keeping little babies and allow them to die, men who torture: tales of horror and terror.

The War made a tremendous crack.