to teach without zest is a crime.
Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.
He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
Thinking is my fighting.
The truer the facts the better the fiction.