At any rate, poor Niggle got no pleasure out of life, not what he had been used to call pleasure. He was certainly not amused. But it could not be denied that he began to have a feeling of -- well satisfaction: bread rather than jam. He could take up a task the moment one bell rang, and lay it aside promptly the moment the next one went, all tidy and ready to be continued at the right time. He got through quite a lot in a day, now; he finished small things off neatly. He had no 'time of his own' (except alone in his bed-cell), and yet he was becoming master of his time; he began to know just what he could do with it. There was no sense of rush. He was quieter inside now, and at resting-time he could really rest.
Leaf by Niggle by J. R. R. Tolkien
This section appears to be about a particular stage of purgatory, after the regrets have quieted. I find it very interesting that Tolkien paints this bit as decidedly monastic and devoted to learning the proper use of time. There promises to be lots to think about in this story ...
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