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People in the old days had the power of perceiving these colours and could spend a day sitting quietly on a hillside watching the beauty of the winds, their fall and rise and changing hues, the magic of neighbouring winds when they are inter-weaved like ribbons at a wedding. It was a better occupation than gazing at newspapers.
Finally a day will come when the addition of one further gown will actually achieve real and full blackness. On that day I will die.’
The senses took keen pleasure from merely breathing the air and discharged their functions with delight.
I felt sure I was not going against the road. It was, so to speak, accompanying me.
Flowers in the spring, the glory and fulfilment of human life, bird-song at evening
The illusion of progression he attributes to the inability of the human brain – ‘as at present developed’ – to appreciate the reality of these separate ‘rests’, preferring to group many millions of them together and calling the result motion, an entirely indefensible and impossible procedure since even two separate positions cannot obtain simultaneously of the same body. Thus motion is also an illusion.
Always ask any questions that are to be asked and never answer any. Turn everything you hear to your own advantage. Always carry a repair outfit. Take left turns as much as possible. Never apply your front brake first.’
If a man stands before a mirror and sees in it his reflection, what he sees is not a true reproduction of himself but a picture of himself when he was a younger man.
The whole thing had the dignity and the satisfying quality of true art.
The postman! Great holy suffering indiarubber bowls of brown stirabout!’ The recollection of the postman seemed to give the Sergeant a pretext for unlimited amusement and cause for intricate gesturing with his red hands.
The silence in the room was so unusually quiet that the beginning of it seemed rather loud when the utter stillness of the end of it had been encountered.
Humanity is an ever-widening spiral and life is the beam that plays briefly on each succeeding ring.
a phenomenon of the first rarity.’
into the wall in the hole
But there is a limit and a boundary to everything within the scope of reason’s garden.’
a cunning blackbird in a dark hedge giving thanks in his native language.
great thing to do what is necessary before it becomes essential and unavoidable.’
