My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

For you know only a heap of broken images

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.

and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.