“‘We have a lot of time to read when we are unmarried. Not as much as the merchant marine maybe. But plenty.’”
—Ernest Hemingway’s Across the River and into the Trees, spoken by the Colonel
Man and boy,” said honest Jarl, “I have lived ever since I can remember.” And truly, who may call to mind when he was not? To ourselves, we all seem coeval with creation. Whence it comes, that it is so hard to die, ere the world itself is departed.
Huh. That’s a headscratcher.