"At first, I found that today is nothing but a contrived impression of yesterday. Summer, and all its..."

“At first, I found that today is nothing but a contrived impression of yesterday. Summer, and all its lazy thoughts, its scents, its natural scenes, slid identically into earthy Autumn, which offered its hand of wood smoke, of low, shimmering vapours, fallen leaves and a golden sun relieved of daily guard by the gentle, copper moon. More than once, I had heard all of life likened to a vast stage of exits no less dramatic than arrivals.”

- The Mirror of a Million Fragments in The Miller and the...