Physicists Now Say There Is No Such

... The Current Of Time Slowing Down In The Gravitational Field Of Oblivion.

The Moral Backbone Of Literature Is About That Whole Question Of Memory. To My Mind It Seems Clear That Those Who Have No Memory Have The Much Greater Chance To Lead Happy Lives.

We Learn From History As Much As A Rabbit Learns From An Experiment That's Performed Upon It.

Perhaps We All Lose Our Sense Of Reality To The Precise Degree To Which We Are Engrossed In Our Own Work, And Perhaps That Is Why We See In The Increasing Complexity Of Our Mental Constructs A Means For Greater Understanding, Even While Intuitively We Know That We Shall Never Be Able To Fathom The Imponderables That Govern Our Course Through Life.

It Is Thanks To My Evening Reading Alone That I Am Still More Or Less Sane.