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and as you rode along in the warm, keen air you had a sensation that the world was standing still and life would last for ever. although you were pedalling with such energy you had a delicious feeling of laziness. you were quite happy when no one spoke, and if one of the party from sheer high spirits suddenly put on speed and shot ahead it was a joke that everyone laughed at and for a few minutes you pedalled as hard as you could. and we chaffed one another innocently and giggles at our own humour.
©W. Somerset Maugham, “Cakes and Ale”