Death Will Come In Any Case, And

You Cannot Control What You Love--you Watch It Driving Recklessly Towards The Broken Bridge, The Torn-up Track, The Horror Of Seventy Years Ahead.

It Seemed To Scobie That Life Was Immeasurably Long. Couldn’t The Test Of Man Have Been Carried Out In Fewer Years? Couldn’t We Have Committed Our First Major Sin At Seven, Have Ruined Ourselves For Love Or Hate At Ten, Have Clutched At Redemption On A Fifteen-year-old Deathbed?

He Was Like A Child With Haemophilia: Every Contact Drew Blood.

Had Shakespeare Listened To The News Of Duncans Death In A Tavern Or Heard The Knocking On His Own Bedroom Door After He Had Finished The Writing Of Macbeth?

Men Can Become Twins With Age. The Past Was Their Common Womb; The Six Months Of Rain And The Six Months Of Sun Was The Period Of Their Common Gestation. They Needed Only A Few Words And A Few Gestures To Convey Their Meaning. They Had Graduated Through The Same Fevers, They Were Moved By The Same Love And Contempt.