Marginalia, no.223

But there never were, nor ever can be, centaurs…

~ Lucretius, De rerum natura

The cruelest disappointments of life are never my own failures. It’s easy enough to excuse myself when my standards of conduct prove too ambitious. What’s really unacceptable is a world where cauliflower fails to taste like chocolate, where Martian saucer-riders do not consort with earthlings, and where the northwest woods are barren of sasquatch.

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