"... a long respite within which one imagines that serious contemplation upon the sad state of affairs afflicting the world will somehow lend itself to the writing of it all out and thereby purchase on the cheap absolution... but doesn't happen, you know, and oddly enough, one ends up not being surprised by that... and you drift... I get ol' Dodgson, for all his dodginess, and those Golden Afternoons... one does long for the peace of such a river and the delighted laughter of young girls... how else do you suggest we cure the court of its madness?..."
