Transcendence or detachment, leaving the body, pure love, lack of jealousy — that’s the vision we are given in our culture, generally, when we think of the highest thing. . . . Another way to look at it is that the aim of the person is not to be detached, but to be more attached — to be attached to working; to be attached to making chairs or something that helps everyone; to be attached to beauty; to be attached to music.
In the people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some airplane overhead was what she loved; life; London, this moment in June.
