Guy De Maupassant. Life (№ 280933)

Gradually, however, her longing for distant countries weakened. Habit has imposed on her life, the imprint of obedience, just as some water will repent of the objects layer of lime. And in her heart was born again something of interest to the thousands of minor details of everyday life, concern for the common, ordinary, everyday activities. She was stricken with a kind of contemplative melancholy, a vague disappointment with life. What did she want? What did she want? She didn't know it. Her was overpowered by the thirst for the high life; she had no need of pleasure, was not even a desire to the available pleasures; and Yes, what are they, though? Like old chairs, living room, faded from time, everything was bleached in her eyes, everything was blurred, everything took a pale and dull shade.