‘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…’
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Edward St Aubyn, Bad news
'Patrick looked down the avenue. It was like the opening shot of a documentary on overpopulation. He walked down the street, imaging the severed heads of passers-by rolling into the gutter in his wake.'
