September 2, 2006

• When
  the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between
  seven and eight oclock and then I was in time again, hearing
  the watch. It was Grandfather’s and when Father gave
  it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and
  desire; it’s rather excruciating-ly apt that you will
  use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience
  which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted
  his or his father’s. I give it to you not that you may
  remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for
  a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it.
  Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.
  The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and
  victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

  -The Sound and the Fury
  

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