After such knowledge, what forgiveness?
What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.
But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water.
The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.
It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant