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Indoors herself, partaking in tea with Miss Butterworth, she reflected that it was impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse life. A fault in the scenery, a face in the audience, an irruption of the audience on to the stage, and all our carefully planned gestures mean nothing, or mean too much.

— E.M.Forster, A Room with a View