And suddenly there rose before him, as vivid as though alive, the image of a long-forgotten, gentle old man who had given him geography lessons in Switzerland. 'Wait,' said the little old man, and he showed Pierre a globe. This globe was a living thing - a quivering ball of no fixed dimensions. Its whole surface consisted of drops closely squeezed together. And all these drops were shifting about, changing places, sometimes several coalescing into one, or one dividing into many. Each drop tried to expand and occupy as much space as possible, but others, striving to do the same, crushed it, sometimes absorbed it, at others melted into it.
'That is life,' said the old teacher.
'How simple and clear,' thought Pierre. 'How is it I never knew that before?'
-War and Peace, Book 4, Section 3, Part 15, pg 1261
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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