“… there seems something else in life beside time, something which may conveniently be called “value,” something which is not measured by minutes or hours, but by intensity, so that when we look at our past, it does not stretch back evenly but piles up into a few notable pinnacles, and when we look at the future it seems sometimes a wall, sometimes a cloud, sometimes a sun, but never a chronological chart.”
–from E. M. Forster’s Aspects of the Novel (1927).
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