November 20
Wipe out the impressions. Hold the impulses still. Confine yourself to the present time.
Meditations VII,29
On the Way to Market
Wipe out the impressions. Hold the impulses still. Confine yourself to the present time.
Perrette was carrying a pot of milk on her head into town. Under the pot lay a small cushion. She walked briskly, in flat shoes.
On the way she did her sums. With the money from the milk she would buy a hundred eggs, hatch chicks and raise hens. Even the foxes would have to leave her enough of them. For the hens she would get a pig. It could be fattened on a little bran and sold at a profit. Then a cow would be possible, calf and all.
She could already see the calf leaping among the other animals. For joy she gave a leap herself.
The pot fell. The milk lay on the road.
