Everything is as it was, I discover when I reach my destination, and everything has changed.

For hundreds of pages the closely-reasoned arguments unroll, axioms and theorems interlock. And what remains with us in the end? A general sense that the world can be expressed in closely-reasoned arguments, in interlocking axioms and theorems.

Everything is as it was, I discover when I reach my destination, and everything has changed.

I feel bad that I don't feel worse.

No woman so naked as one you can see to be naked underneath her clothes.

And now everything has changed once again. The air of the Close each evening is full of bird song - I've never really noticed it before. Full of birdsong and summer perfumes, full of strange glimpses and intimations just out of the corner of my eye, of longings and sadness and undefined hopes.It has a name, this sweet disturbance. Its name is Lamorna.

When anyone says they often think something, it means they've just thought of it now.