A Passage to India - Life and Freud's Death Instinct (Again)

The following chestnut from Forster describes an aspect of life I'm sure everyone has acknowledged at some point in a kind of nihilistic confrontation of our insignificance. And it is the last line of the paragraph which I get quite excited over as it once again conjures up Freud's theory of Thanatos, or the Death Drive, in which we all aim at reducing stimulus to absolute zero - achievable only in death. There's a lot of material out there for elucidation, but i especially like the following article: http://www.artsandopinion.com/2007_v6_n3/lewis-29.htm

'Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim 'I do enjoy myself' or 'I am horrified' we are insincere. 'As far as i feel anything, it is enjoyment, horror' - it's no more than that really, and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent.' -p.145

I warn you, as soon as you starting reading Freud, you'll see him everywhere in everything...