Friday, 17 June 2011

June 17

The deepest pessimism is silent. Many a jeremiad against humanity is a vote of confidence in its prospects, as it pressuposes future readers to concur with its sentiments.


There may be mercy killings but there can be no mercy births.


'You make your own fate,' say people born with the good fortune of never having had to prove it.

1 comment:

  1. To my mind the deepest pessimism is scintillating syncopation: And all this reminds me fleetingly of nascent nibbles of normalcy nattily nattering to new natures of nihilistic nativities, which simply knows no bounds among new naive nourishments of the soul: Hail to flightyness: hail to the butterfly!