For it is the hours of the day that one must, in some sense, get through, even if, in another sense, it is by way of these hours that one can find the circumstances of one’s salvation. Which isn’t as dramatic as it might sound, for salvation rarely depends on the horrors or perils or excitations that might appear, in individual lives, all of a sudden (and as equally of a sudden be over), so that they would draw to themselves, through their fleetingness, when they do occur, something of a romantic aura, but on the mundane trials and banalities that comprise the lives of ordinary length, and eventfulness, that are destined to belong to most of us.