They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

And like most middle-aged people who hear the clock ticking in their lives, I had come to resent a waste or theft of my time that was greater than any theft of my goods or...

It is impossible for me to remember how many days or weeks went by in this way. Time is round, and it rolls quickly.