“There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there
is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon
that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is
experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown
quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I
remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends
tonight. I am Bernard.”
-- Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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