The conversation at dinner had been so heated that by the end of it Mrs. Miniver had developed mental, moral, and physical indigestion….. [F]rom that moment on she resigned herself to a headache, and got it. – Jan Struther, Mrs. Miniver, 1930s
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are! – Charles Dickens #hsp #infj
And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past – except there was no future and no past, but an infinite number of brackets, extending either way, each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe. – Clifford D. Simak
