There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal--

“How different it all was from what you'd planned.”

“Rosemary pojechała do Monte Carlo zgnębiona - na miarę swoich możliwości - wpro…”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past..”

“God, am I like the rest after all?” — So he used to think starting awake at nig…”