L’effort cesse. Le temps fouette le mât. Nous nous arrêtons debout.

Rigide, le squelette de l’habitude maintient seul la forme humaine.

Virginia Woolf – Mrs Dalloway (1925)

As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London ; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop ; there we stand.

Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.