Perhaps The Comparison Is Closer

Hate Is An Automatic Response To Fear, For Fear Humiliates.

It Seemed To Scobie That Life Was Immeasurably Long. Couldn’t The Test Of Man Have Been Carried Out In Fewer Years? Couldn’t We Have Committed Our First Major Sin At Seven, Have Ruined Ourselves For Love Or Hate At Ten, Have Clutched At Redemption On A Fifteen-year-old Deathbed?

So Much In Writing Depends On The Superficiality Of One's Days.

You Cannot Conceive, Nor Can I, Of The Appalling Strangeness Of The Mercy Of God.

Unhappiness In A Child Accumulates Because He Sees No End To The Dark Tunnel. The Thirteen Weeks Of A Term Might Just As Well Be Thirteen Years.