The Scornful Force Of His Tone Turned

All Of Them, All Except Phineas, Constructed At Infinite Cost To Themselves These Maginot Lines Against This Enemy They Thought They Saw Across The Frontier, This Enemy Who Never Attacked That Way-if He Ever Attacked At All; If He Was Indeed The Enemy.

Everyone Has A Moment In History Which Belongs Particularly To Him. It Is The Moment When His Emotions Achieve Their Most Powerful Sway Over Him, And Afterward When You Say To This Person "the World Today" Or "life" Or "reality" He Will Assume That You Mean This Moment, Even If It Is Fifty Years Past. The World, Through His Unleashed Emotions, Imprinted Itself Upon Him, And He Carries The Stamp Of That Passing Moment Forever.

It Was Hard To Remember In The Heavy And Sensual Clarity Of These Mornings; I Forgot Whom I Hated And Who Hated Me. I Wanted To Break Out Crying From Stabs Of Hopeless Joy, Or Intolerable Promise, Or Because These Mornings Were Too Full Of Beauty For Me, Because I Knew Of Too Much Hate To Be Contained In A World Like This.

You Have To Do What You Think Is The Right Thing, But Just Make Sure It’s The Right Thing In The Long Run, And Not Just For The Moment.

I Lost Part Of Myself To Him Then, And A Soaring Sense Of Freedom Revealed That This Must Have Been My Purpose From The First: To Become A Part Of Phineas.