“How thrilling to discover one had depths, how consoling to find them less polluted than the shallows, how encouraging to identify the enemy not as a fissure in the will but as a dead fetus in the specimen jar of the unconscious. My attention was being paternally led away from the excruciating present to the happy, healthy future that would be enabled by an analysis of the sick past, as though the priest had nothing to do but study old books and make bright forecasts, the present not worthy of notice.” BookWould BePastAttentionEnemyStudyHealthySickDepthWorthyAnalysisUnconsciousPriestsThrillingJarsForecastsNot WorthyFetusConsolingOld Books Author:Edmund White
“Sick I am of idle words, past all reconciling, Words that weary and perplex and pander and conceal, Wake the sounds that cannot lie, for all their sweet beguiling; The language one need fathom not, but only hear and feel.” NeedsFeelsPastLyingLanguageSoundSweetSickIdleWearyFathom Author:George du Maurier
“But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled, To the cracked tune that Chronos sings, Words alone are certain good.” WorldChildrenPastCertainTimeLiteratureLanguageSickDancingTunesCrackedDrearySick Children Book:When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales Source: When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales