Without Lifting A Finger

Faraglioni di Capri , a photo by carmineparis on Flickr. I was only on Capri for a day (it was winter and a lot was closed: nice in a way), but I think I walked far enough to get a glimpse of these (maybe I'll look for my pics, maybe not). I speak of them only because Moravia's Contempt reaches its climax on Capri and he mentions the "two great, red rocks" and the bright blue lizards unique to these rocks, living "between the blue sky and the blue sea."

They say that, if we manage to live without too great an effort, it is entirely owing to the automatism which makes us unconscious of a great part of our movements. In order to take one single step, it seems, we displace an infinite number of muscles, and yet, thanks to this automatism, we are unaware of it. The same thing happens in our relations with other people. As long as I believed myself to be loved by Emilia, a kind of happy automatism had presided over our relations; and only the final completion of any course of conduct on my part had been illuminated by the light of consciousness, all the rest remaining in the obscurity of affectionate and unnoticed habit.