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With a small sigh, Elan glanced out the window. Occasionally, he developed a kind of stirring at his whole world being this small house and yard. Even his occasional visits to the library did not abate this entirely.
It was a nagging feeling, like music from a farther room, ever present, but it grew, until one's every third thought was of the confining walls. It was an unpleasant feeling--moreover, it distracted him from his reading and his housework. Not that his reading and housework were crucial matters, but years of immensely important work had ingrained within him, a sound displeasure with distractions of the unwanted variety, and even of the wanted variety, really.
In short, Elan was feeling a touch peevish.
It was a nagging feeling, like music from a farther room, ever present, but it grew, until one's every third thought was of the confining walls. It was an unpleasant feeling--moreover, it distracted him from his reading and his housework. Not that his reading and housework were crucial matters, but years of immensely important work had ingrained within him, a sound displeasure with distractions of the unwanted variety, and even of the wanted variety, really.
In short, Elan was feeling a touch peevish.