Time's Arrow, We Are Told,

Language Is An Archaeological Vehicle... The Language We Speak Is A Whole Palimpsest Of Human Effort And History.

The Sign Said 'the Green Turtle, Chelonia Myadas, Is The Source Of Turtle Soup....' I Am The Source Of William G. Soup If It Comes To That. Everyone Is The Source Of His Or Her Kind Of Soup. In A Town As Big As London, That's A Lot Of Soup Walking Around.

Too-lateness, I Realized, Has Nothing To Do With Age. It’s A Relation Of Self To The Moment. Or Not, Depending On The Person And The Moment. Perhaps There Even Comes A Time When It’s No Longer Too Late For Anything. Perhaps, Even, Most Times Are Too Early For Most Things, And Most Of Life Has To Go By Before It’s Time For Almost Anything And Too Late For Almost Nothing. Nothing To Lose, The Present Moment To Gain, The Integration With Long-delayed Now.

The Zoo Is A Prison For Animals Who Have Been Sentenced Without Trial And I Feel Guilty Because I Do Nothing About It. But There It Was, I Wanted To See An Oyster-catcher And I Was No Better Than The People Who'd Caged Oyster-catchers For Me To See.

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.