"The soul, which in infancy could not be told from the body, came with age to resemble a body one no longer had, whose transports went far beyond what passes, now, for sensation. All irony aside, the libertine was in 'search of his soul'; nightly he labored to regain those firelit lodgings . . . Likewise, upon the Earth's mature body we inflict a wealth of gross experience - drugs, drills, bombardments - with what effect? A stale frisson, a waste of resources all too analogous to our own. Natural calamities (tumor and apoplexy no less than flood and volcano) may at last be hailed as positive reassurances, perverse if you like, of life in the old girl yet."
- Germaine Nahman
- Germaine Nahman
