โฆ Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!
Gustave FlaubertI go dreaming into the future, where I see nothing, nothing. I have no plans, no idea, no project, and, what is worse, no ambition. Something โ the eternal โwhatโs the use?โ โ sets its bronze barrier across every avenue that I open up in the realm of hypothesis.
Gustave Flaubert