Apr 05, 2012 15:27
"It was not that his heart would be broken by a disasterous love - he had outlived the luxurious agonies of youthful blood, and in this very freedom from illusion he recognized the loss of something. From now on, every hour of light-heartedness would be, not a prerogative but an achievement - one more axe or case-bottle or fowling-piece, rescued, Crusuo-fashion, from a sinking ship." (pa. 54, Chap8, Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers)
Do you think this is true? I could see it being true for some people sometimes, but I don't want it to necessarily ever be true for me. When I am old I still want a wild changeability to live in my heart.