Minutes dragged by as if mired in mud and whole days vanished as if struck from the calendar. …. During the week, even if one hated one’s job, one went to work because one had to, because there was no choice in the matter. People congregated in their work places with a sense of communal resignation. It was relatively easy to give the appearance of being a normal member of society. Weekends were different.
A great deal and happen even in the sleepiest towns, evil can be an accident, the open spaces which the rich enjoy can make activity invisible but, even so, what is done lives on in memory and colours perception and, ultimately, there is always a price to be paid for all that's done even if no reparation is possible.