‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
J. M. Coetzee, The Childhood of Jesus
'What exactly do you mean by real? Surely there is such a thing as overvaluing the biological.'