A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself. Now why exactly are you behaving in this extraordinary manner? To sum up: your father, whom you love, dies, you are his heir, you come back to find that hardly was the corpse cold before his young brother popped onto his throne and into his sheets, thereby offending both legal and natural practice.Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. When it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one.
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