Those dreamy spectators of the world’s agitation are terrible once the desire to act gets hold of them. They lower their heads and charge a wall with an amazing serenity which nothing but an undisciplined imagination can give.
Joseph Conrad, Victory
The movements of the philosopher’s son are always in the opposite direction to whatever in the world is tending towards enlightenment. The philosopher’s son begins in a consciousness that has not been attained, and now seeks to block it, drown it, flee it. Above all, he wishes an end to the thoughts that shape him but will never be his.
