“And by this time the Chinese box was peeling crazily, and as each layer fell away a new voice told a new tale, none of the tales finished because the box inevitably found a new story inside each unfinished one, until it seemed that digression was the true principle of the universe, that the only real subject was the way the subject kept changing, and how could anyone live in a crazy situation in which nothing remained the same for five minutes and no narrative was ever driven through to its conclusion, there could be no meaning in such an environment, only absurdity, the unmeaningness that was the only sort of meaning anyone could hold on to.” StoriesChangeMeaningUnfinishedNarrativesDigressionsUnfinished StoriesUnmeaningness Book:Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights Source: Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights