"The trees have inquisitive eyes, haven't they? That is, seem as if they had. And the river says, "Why do ye trouble me with your looks?' And you seem to see numbers of tomorrows just all in a line, the first of them the biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand farther away; but all seem very fierce and cruel as if they said, 'I'm coming! Beware of me! Beware of me!'...."(from Tess of d'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy)
Time has this habit of moving forward relentlessly.... [See new blog at http://thepianistalex.org ]
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