The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Normally I didn’t see a great deal. I didn’t hear a great deal either. I didn’t pay attention. Strictly speaking I wasn’t there. Strictly speaking I believe I’ve never been anywhere.
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself.
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.