There is no what if. Only in stories.
Claire Robertson, The Spiral House.
“He leaned into Le Voirs face with the calliper and breathed on him, holding forth on this new science of which calibration was the test; these measurements would describe classes of being and we wh...”
“Ours was the age of enlightenment, he said, when the battle cry was, We must know, we shall know!, and reason would depose superstition and we be liberated by it.”
“I do not like to think too much on this Africa. It is too large and too empty, he said. People like De Buys, they astonish me with their courage or perhaps it is a lack in them; they cannot imagin...”
“He leaned into Le Voir’s face with the calliper and breathed on him, holding forth on this new science of which calibration was the test; these measurements would describe classes of being and we w...”
“There is no ‘what if’. Only in stories.”
“Ours was the age of enlightenment, he said, when the battle cry was, ‘We must know, we shall know!’, and reason would depose superstition and we be liberated by it.”
“There are many different stories to tell. It's never the same. Every day weather blows in and out, alters the surface. Sometimes it is stripped down to a single essential truth, the thing that is a...”
“I'm skimming across the surface of my own history, moving fast, riding the melt beneath the blades, doing loops and spins, and when I take a high leap into the dark and come down thirty years later...”
“All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.All of them?Sure, he says. Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, cap...”