![]() ![]() And then perhaps we'll find ourselves in another time, which is only another kind of dream. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us - the real you, the real me. But the point is, now, at this moment, or at any moment, we're only a cross-section of our real selves.There's a great devil in the universe, and we call it Time. I've felt it before, Allan, but never as I've done tonight. ![]() If this is all life is, what's the use? Better to die, like carol, before you find it out, before Time gets to work on you. Every step we've taken - every tick of the clock - making everything worse. ![]() Remember what we once were and what we thought we'd be.And I tell you there is more truth to the fundamental nature of things in the most foolish fairy tales than there is in any of your complaints against life. I have thought more, and I have suffered more. I suppose - in the last resort - you trust life - or you don't."The Dark Hours", in Too Many People, and Other Reflections (1928). ![]() There is something suspiciously bovine about them. Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. ![]()
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