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you never can tell if a good act will turn bad, no more than if a bad one will turn good.
As with all terrible, wondrous sights, there is a jolt of shock, then a hypnotic fascination, then the uneasy queasiness, then the whole thing starts again; the desire to look and the desire never to have looked in the first place.
“It’s a terrible thing, a heart torn asunder.
They disturb the natural order of things: life—death—dust.
the vicar came to the realization that human animals were beyond his ministries. Being, as they are, blockheaded and irredeemably fallen. Oh, the most eloquent of sermons—wasted!
For this is their parting: as sudden and slow, surprising and foreseen as any parting. Between together and apart: an eyeblink and all of eternity.
