And So They Are Ever

It Is A Sore Point, Because You Do Have Advantages If You Have Access To More Than One Language. You Also Have Problems, Because On Bad Days You Don't Trust Yourself, Either In Your First Or Your Second Language, And So You Feel Like A Complete Halfwit.

Physicists Now Say There Is No Such Thing As Time: Everything Co-exists. Chronology Is Entirely Artificial And Essentially Determined By Emotion. Contiguity Suggests Layers Of Things, The Past And Present Somehow Coalescing Or Co-existing.

And So They Are Ever Returning To Us, The Dead. At Times They Come Back From The Ice More Than Seven Decades Later And Are Found At The Edge Of The Moraine, A Few Polished Bones And A Pair Of Hobnailed Boots.

To Set One's Name To A Work Gives No One A Title To Be Remembered, For Who Knows How Many Of The Best Of Men Have Gone Without A Trace? The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scatters Her Poppyseed And When Wretchedness Falls Upon Us One Summer's Day Like Snow, All We Wish For Is To Be Forgotten.

Only In The Books Written In Earlier Times Did She Sometimes Think She Found Some Faint Idea Of What It Might Be Like To Be Alive.