A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy—that's the time that seems long in the memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

“He thought of the virtues of courage and forbearance, which become flabby when …”

“No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feelin…”

“And now submarines are armed with mass murder, our silly, only way of deterring…”

“In all the mad incongruity, the turgid stultiloquy of life, I felt, at least, s…”