I Capture the Castle

by Dodie Smith

And now life has begun all over again.

Topaz never rang the lunch bell for me; instead, she brought me out some milk and two big cheese sandwiches, and a message from father that I was to write as long as I liked.

I ought to be ashamed — being glad the riches won’t be on my conscience, while only too willing to have them on my back.

I will pause and search my innermost soul. . . . . .

That's it

Perhaps the effect wears off in time, or perhaps you don’t notice it if you are born to it, but it does seem to me that the climate of richness must always be a little dulling to the senses.