A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.
I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.
And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness
Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.
I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like the date on a tombstone.