If one can’t contrive to live on a certain income of money, one earns a
little more—or steals it, or advertises for it. One doesn’t necessarily
muddle one’s life because one can’t quite manage on a thousand pounds a
year; one braces the muscles and makes it guineas1, and balances the
budget. But if one cannot arrange that an income of twenty-four hours a
day shall exactly cover all proper items of expenditure, one does muddle
one’s life definitely. The supply of time, though gloriously regular, is
cruelly restricted
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