“ How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work. ”
You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.
~ Lawrence Durrell
I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.
The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said, Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours. God made eternity. Let us escape from the despotism of time altogether. These ancient and hereditary politenesses filled Nessim with emotion.
People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.
