janet frame 'to the is-land'

"i remember a grey day when i stood by the gate and listened to the wind in the telegraph wires. i had my first conscious feeling of an outside sadness, or it seemed to come from outside, from the sound of the wind moaning in the wires. i looked up and down the white dusty road and saw no one. the wind was blowing from place to place past us, and i was there, in between, listening. i felt a burden of sadness and loneliness as if something had happened or begun and i knew about it. i don't think i had yet thought of myself as a person looking out at the world; until then, i felt i was the world."