One must have children and love them before one realizes the deep of accident in life. It is not that I mind so much when unexpected and disconcerting things happen to you or your sisters, but that I mind before they happen. My dreams and of your lives are all by my sense of the huge importance chance encounters and incalculable necessities will play in them. And in friendship and still more here, in this central business of love, accident rules it seems to me almost altogether. What you will encounter in life, and have for a chief interest in life, is nearly as much a matter of chance as the drift of a grain of in the pine forest. And once the light hazard has blown it has blown, never to drive again. In other schoolrooms and nurseries, in slum living-rooms perhaps or workhouse or palaces, round the other side of the earth, in Canada or Russia or China, other little creatures are trying their small limbs, clutching at things about them with infantile hands, who someday will come into your life with a power and magic and and . They will break the limits of your concentrating self, call you out to the service of beauty and the service of the race, sound you to your highest and your lowest, give you your chance to be godlike or , divine or , react together with you upon the very core and essence of your being. These unknowns are the substance of your fate. You will in extreme love them, hate them, serve them, struggle with them, and in that interaction the vital force in you and the substance of your days will be spent.  
And who they may chance to be and their quality and effect is , utterly beyond designing.
 
Law and custom with the natural circumstances of man to exaggerate every consequence of this accumulating accident, and make it definite and fatal....
 
I find it quite impossible now to recall the steps and stages by which this power of sex invaded my life. It seems to me now that it began very much as a begins, in catspaws upon the water and little rustlings among the leaves, and then stillness and then a distant soughing again and a pause, and then a wider and longer and so more and more, with a continuity, until at last the stars were hidden, the heavens were hidden; all the heights and depths of life were obscured by stormy impulses and desires. I suppose that quite at the first there were simple curiosities; no doubt they were vivid at the time but they have left scarcely a trace; there were vague first intimations of a peculiar excitement. I do remember more distinctly phases when there was a going-out from myself towards these thing............