The Outcasts of Time

by Ian Mortimer

At the end of the day, all art is a matter of stirring the emotions, in the hope of touching the soul of mankind.

‘That men and women have a limited capacity for happiness and suffering. If you were to make their lives more luxurious, and to remove their pain, they would find other ways in which to be discontented. And if you were to make their lives miserable, they would find joy in the slightest delights.’

‘If all the world were to turn bad and everyone were to be touched by evil, just one good act would restore my hope in mankind.’