And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?

Sometimes, it’s better to remain silent.

You don't want me to be a part of your life,
I wasn't you to remember that...
I loved you as my own, cared for you, thinking of you and missed you silently. ?

The secret of survival is a defective imagination. The inability of mortals to imagine things as they truly are is what allows them to live, since one momentary, unresisted glimpse of the world’s totality of suffering would annihilate them on the spot, like a whiff of the most lethal sewer gas.

Written By John Banville

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