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Nostalgia is a
that insists things
than they seemed.
'Give me,' said Joe, 'a good book, or a good newspaper, and sit me down afore a good fire, and I ask no better.'
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
The first paragraph in Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence.
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…breakdown, impossible to sleep, impossible to stay awake, impossible to endure life, or, more exactly, the course of life. The clocks are not in unison; the inner one runs carzily on at a devilish or demoniac or in any case inhuman pace, the outer one limps along at its usual speed. What else can happen but that the two worlds split apart, and they do split apart, or at least clash in a fearful manner.
Kafka’s diary entry, January 16, 1922.