Now, when so many have leisure, they have become detached from themselves, not merely from the earth. From all the widened horizons of our greater world, a thousand voices call us to come near, to understand and to enjoy, but our ears are not trained to enjoy them. The leisure is ours, but not the skill to use it. So leisure becomes a void, and from the ensuing restlessness men take refuge in delusive excitations or fictitious visions, returning to their own earth no more.

Robert MacIver 1882-1970

Man Alone, ed. Eric & Mary Josephson

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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