“Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.”
Adeline had wanted to be a tree.
To grow wild and deep, belong to no one but the ground beneath her feet, and the sky above, just like Estele. It would be an unconventional life, and perhaps a little lonely, but at least it would be hers. She would belong to no one but herself.
Three hundred years, and some part of her is still afraid of forgetting. There have been times, of course, when she wished her memory more fickle, when she would have given anything to welcome madness, and disappear. It is the kinder road, to lose yourself.
Like Peter Pan, in J. M. Barrie’s Peter Pan.
"I am stronger than your god and older than your devil. I am the darkness between stars, and the roots beneath the earth. I am promise, and potential, and when it comes to playing games, I divine the rules, I set the pieces, and I choose when to play. And tonight, I say no."
Humans are capable of such wondrous things. Of cruelty, and war, but also art and invention. She will think this again and again over the years, when bombs are dropped, and buildings felled, when terror consumes whole countries. But also when the first image are impressed on film, when planes rise into the air, when movies go from black-and-white to color.
"They vexing thing about time," he says, "is that it's never enough. Perhaps a decade too short, perhaps a moment. But a life always ends too soon."
"Humans are so ill-equipped for peace."
Choosing a class became choosing a discipline, and choosing a discipline became choosing a career, and choosing a career became choosing a life, and how was anyone supposed to do that, when you only had one?
He always liked learning. Love it, really. If he could spent his whole life sitting in a lecture hall, taking notes, could have drifter from department to department, haunting different studies, soaking up language and history and art, maybe he would have felt full, happy.
Easy to stay on the path when the road is straight and the steps are numbered.
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