When desires and aims meet and merge, when dreams begin to foreshadow the great moments and crises of life, the road narrows then into darker gorges, and the prophetic dream of death enshrouds the man who has hitherto walked dreaming in sleep: all that has been, all aims, all desires, flit past him once more as they do before the eyes of a dying man, and one can well-nigh call it chance if that road does not end in death.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Sunday, February 21, 2010
The Sleepwalkers - pg. 292
Labels: Hermann Broch
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