ABSTRACT
A family life, certainly, but mainly in its dourer elements. Many of us have in a lifetime several houses, living places; they are separate and follow one another. We have only one home, and that if we are lucky we carry round with us in increasing states of consolidation. The pleasures of family life express themselves in pictures, rituals, jokes, words, smells. As the children gather round and chatter and their mother looks up with a smile, absorbed, a bit flushed, it all suggests so much of the security, the extra trouble gone to out of love and the sheer sensuousness of secure family life. Not glossy but warm and welcoming and fresh. The pleasures of family life are inextricably bound up with the pains, of which the main kind are the fears.
