The conservative spirit of the child always makes him think of the latest as the last.
Love doesn't sit there like a stone. It has to be made like bread; Remade all the time, ...Made new.
One had to be a Newton to notice that the moon is falling, when everyone sees that it doesn't fall.
And so while the great ones depart to their dinner, the secretary stays, growing thinner and thinner, racking his brain…