“Man goes nowhere, everything comes to man like tomorrow.”
El hombre no va a ninguna parte. Todo viene al hombre, como el mañana.
Voces (1943)
Source: A Modern Utopia (1905), Ch. 3, sect. 3
“Man goes nowhere, everything comes to man like tomorrow.”
El hombre no va a ninguna parte. Todo viene al hombre, como el mañana.
Voces (1943)
“The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.”
Source: Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
James Fenton (ed.) The Original Michael Frayn (Edinburgh: Salamander Press, 1983) p. 67.
Source: The Black Room (1975), p. 20
Context: All men are stuck in a kind of fog. They're surrounded by a wall of fog. They think this is perfectly normal, but it's not. It means that since they can't see much beyond their own little situation, they tend to vegetate. They need some immediate stimulus to keep them alert.
“…the American's upper yards and punctured sails rose above the fog of gunfire like a cliff.”
For My Country's Freedom, Cap 11 "Like Father, Like Son"
Cemetery World (1973)
Context: The sun was setting, throwing a fog-like dusk across the stream and trees, and there was a coolness in the air. It was time, I knew, to be getting back to camp. But I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.
“The fog is clearing; life is a matter of taste.”
Source: Spring's Awakening