Sometimes snakes canโt slough. They canโt burst their old skin. Then they go sick and die inside the old skin, and nobody ever sees the new pattern. It needs a real desperate recklessness to burst your old skin at last. You simply donโt care what happens to you, if you rip yourself in two, so long as you do get out.
D. H. LawrenceOurs is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. Weโve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
D. H. Lawrence