[b]Evelyn Waugh
Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.[/b]
True. Well, unless you count the time I spend here.
I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.
Never thought that yet.
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
Actually, just one particular take on dasein. Though I doubt he knew that.
O God, make me good, but not yet.
So, God either did or He didn’t. Or, perhaps, more to the point, He either does or He doesn’t.
The trouble with modern education is you never know how ignorant people are. With anyone over fifty you can be fairly confident what’s been taught and what’s been left out. But these young people have such an intelligent, knowledgeable surface, and then the crust suddenly breaks and you look down into depths of confusion you didn’t know existed.
Of course nowadays we call them Kids. Or some of us do.
To understand all is to forgive all.
Fortunately [or unfortunately] none of us will ever even come close.