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Almost Any Tale Of Our Doings Is Comic. We Are Bottomlessly Comic To Each Other. Even The Most Adored And Beloved Person Is Comic To His Lover. The Novel Is A Comic Form. Language Is A Comic Form, And Makes Jokes In Its Sleep. God, If He Existed, Would Laugh At His Creation. Yet It Is Also The Case That Life Is Horrible, Without Metaphysical Sense, Wrecked By Chance, Pain And The Close Prospect Of Death. Out Of This Is Born Irony, Our Dangerous And Necessary Tool.

Literature Could Be Said To Be A Sort Of Disciplined Technique For Arousing Certain Emotions.

All Our Failures Are Ultimately Failures In Love.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.

Mathematics Is Good For The Soul, Getting Things Right Enlivens A Sense Of Truth, Efforts To Understand Automatically Purify Desires.