And How Could Anyone Consent

The Very Worst Impulses Of Humankind Can Survive Generations, Centuries, Even Millennia. And The Best Of Our Individual Efforts Can Die With Us At The End Of A Single Lifetime.

The Thing That Most Haunted Me That Day, However...was The Fact That These Things Had - Apparently - Actually Occurred...for All His Attention To My Historical Education, My Father Had Neglected To Tell Me This: History's Terrible Moments Were Real. I Understand Now, Decades Later, That He Could Never Have Told Me. Only History Itself Can Convince You Of Such A Truth. And Once You've Seen That Truth - Really Seen It - You Can't Look Away.

Faith Is Simply Whatever Is Real To Us.

What Comes To Your Mind When You Think Of The Word Transylvania, If You Ponder It At All? What Comes To My Mind Are Mountains Of Savage Beauty, Ancient Castles, Werewolves, And Witches - A Land Of Magical Obscurity. How, In Short, Am I To Believe I Will Still Be In Europe, On Entering Such A Realm? I Shall Let You Know If It's Europe Or Fairyland, When I Get There. First, Snagov - I Set Out Tomorrow.

And How Could Anyone Consent To Give Up The Smell Of Open Books, Old Or New?