In each instant of their lives men die to that instant. It is not time that passes away from them, but they who recede from the constancy, from the immutability of time, so that when afterwards they look back upon themselves it is not themselves they see, not even—as it is customary to say—themselves as they formerly were, but strange ghosts made in their image, with whom they have no communication.From The Fountain, quoted by Vera Brittain in Testament of Youth
Friday, November 30, 2018
Notes for a Commonplace Book (23)
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