Black is always the new black

…darkness thristily surrounding them, seemed eager to imbibe more and more of the element of light. The Last Man, Mary Shelley.

My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone,
And left me in this dreary world alone?
Thy form is here indeed—a lovely one—
But thou art fled, gone down a dreary road
That leads to Sorrow’s most obscure abode.
For thine own sake I cannot follow thee
Do thou return for mine. Percy Shelley

…my eyes fixed on the earth as on a chessboard, coldly hatching my plans, for the next day, for the day after, creating time to come. Samuel Beckett, Molloy.

My pleasure was not my sole consideration, but it was a consideration! Samuel Beckett, Molloy.

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say. Italo Calvino

You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange. Milan Kundera