“On the surface of the water, a midge vanishes into a hungry ripple. I'm not ready yet. He wonders why, at his age and having come so far, he still feels that. The culmination of his luck is that he will never feel any other way.”

— Clive James

Source: Memoirs, May Week Was in June (1990), p. 240

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