It Must Be Remembered That There Is

I Was Nearly Unnerved At My Proximity To A Nameless Thing At The Bottom Of A Pit.

Everything I Loved Had Been Dead For Two Centuries - Or, As In The Case Of Graeco-roman Classicism, For Two Milenniums. I Am Never A Part Of Anything Around Me - In Everything I Am An Outsider. Should I Find It Possible To Crawl Backward Through The Halls Of Time To That Age Which Is Nearest My Own Fancy, I Should Doubtless Be Bawled Out Of The Coffee-houses For Heresy In Religion, Or Else Lampooned By John Dennis Till I Found Refuge In The Deep, Silent Thames, That Covers Many Another Unfortunate.

I Recognise A Distinction Between Dream Life And Real Life, Between Appearances And Actualities. I Confess To An Over-powering Desire To Know Whether I Am Asleep Or Awake--whether The Environment And Laws Which Affect Me Are External And Permanent, Or The Transitory Products Of My Own Brain.

Who Knows The End? What Has Risen May Sink, And What Has Sunk May Rise. Loathsomeness Waits And Dreams In The Deep, And Decay Spreads Over The Tottering Cities Of Men.

The Greatest Human Achievements Have Never Been For Profit.