Vacation is over;
and here I am at Norton again, not so fully awake and in earnest about school
work as I wish I was.
My whole life has
lost the feeling of reality; I cannot tell why. Alike in the city, by the
seashore, and here on the levels of this now leafless flat-land, I feel as if I
were "moving about in worlds unrealized." I know well enough the
theory of life; what principles must sustain me; what great objects there are
to live for; and still there remains the same emptiness, the same wonder in
everything I do. I feel as I imagine the world might have felt, when going
through some of its slow transitions from chaos into habitable earth, waiting
for sunshine, and bursting buds, and running rivers. I suppose I am not ready
for full life yet.
SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary, p. 115
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