“Whenever we are anxious, our fidgeting always increases its urgency, and we really ought not to feel so guilty about the relief it may afford. Such therapeutic effects arise from an aesthetic appreciation that need not be reckoned primitive, and ought to be as capable of sophistication as the finest of our arts. It is folly to leave such appreciation entirely to the blind. In the days before gaslight, darkness cast us all adrift in a world we knew primarily and most intimately by touch, and we should not let the electric bulb steal the virtues of that half-forgotten world as well as its inconveniences.”
Such explanations might have sufficed to explain my attachment to the objects I had brought way from the island with me, and even my determination to make more—for everyone agreed that my
