What neither of them said was that when you plan to retire, to get to the country of perpetual relaxation, and you start travelling there and eventually arrive you may find you have picked up a perpetual sense of despair and a feeling of timelessness that is not merely the abandoning of timetables and not the grand eternity ‘pinnacled dim in the intense inane’, but a prospect of desert, of fruitlessness from which death begins to appear, enticingly, as the last springtime.
Source: In The Memorial Room by Janet Frame »
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