It was lonely for a day or so until one
morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the
road. 'How do you get to west West Egg village?' he asked me
helplessly. I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I
was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually
conferred on me the freedom of the neighbourhood.
And so with the sunshine and the great
bursts of leaves growing in the trees, just as things grows in fast
movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over
again with the summer.