[b]Evelyn Waugh
We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them.[/b]
I know that I will. Or, rather, I will when I find some.
All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I’d sooner go to my dentist any day.
Among other things, you don’t think it can ever happen to you.
I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.
Indeed. And even when you know it’s only going to get a lot worse.
No one could really hate a saint, could they? They can’t really hate God either. When they want to Hate Him and His saints they have to find something like themselves and pretends it’s God and hate that.
He means the “infidels” of course. Or, for many here, the “liberals”.
I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
And I do try to be, right?
The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth - all save this come and go with us through life…These things are a part of life itself; but languor - the relaxation of yet unwearied sinews, the mind sequestered and self-regarding, the sun standing still in the heavens and the earth throbbing to our own pulse - that belongs to Youth alone and dies with it.
On the other hand, the Kids [any number of them], will no doubt take it with them all the way to the grave.