But Syme could only feel an unantural buoyancy in his body and a crystal simplicity in his mind that seemed to be superior to everything that he said or did. He felt he was in possesion of some impossible good news, which made every other thing a triviality, but an adorable triviality.
The Man Who was Thursday: A Nightmare
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