Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise,...

Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper, finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening. This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.