When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?

Revolution is a trivial shift in the emphasis of suffering.

...Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that what is taken to be true. It's the currency if living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?

The fact is that people are attracted to new work and by new work.

The colours red, blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.

I'm attracted to the past.

We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?