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‘A rolling stone gathers no moss,’“
Then they called him cynical and callous. He had acquired calmness of demeanour and under most circumstances an unruffled exterior, so that now he could not show his feelings. People told him he was unemotional; but he knew that he was at the mercy of his emotions:
in anatomy it is better to have learned and lost than never to have learned at all.”
There was an immeasurable distance between the quick and the dead: they did not seem to belong to the same species; and it was strange to think that but a little while before they had spoken and moved and eaten and laughed. There was something horrible about the dead,
it was absurd to care what an anaemic little waitress said to him; but he was strangely humiliated.
“D’you think we should be happy?” “No. But what does that matter?”
