Written on the Dark
If Kay, a newly minted septuagenarian, is indeed turning elegiac, one can forgive his desire to linger.
If Kay, a newly minted septuagenarian, is indeed turning elegiac, one can forgive his desire to linger.
“He felt like a young student again, confronted with all the art and knowledge of mankind. The experience was both exhilarating and depressing; a whole universe lay at his fingertips, but the fraction of it he could explore in an entire lifetime was so negligible that he was sometimes overwhelmed with despair.”
“Lost causes are the only ones worth fighting for. And the taxpayer’s cause is about as lost as they come.”
“He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.”
“We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.”
“Look my friend, I’ve got to commit a murder tonight. Not you. Me. So be a good chap and stuff it, would you?”
“If you try to save wisdom until the world is wise, Father, the world will never have it.”