It's all now you see. Yesterday won't be over until tomorrow and tomorrow began ten thousand years ago. - William Faulkner

...ingenuity was apparently given man in order that he may supply himself in crisis with shapes and sounds with which to guard himself from truth.

She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.

Before us the thick dark current runs. It talks up to us in a murmur become ceaseless and myriad, the yellow surface dimpled monstrously into fading swirls travelling along the surface for an instant, silent, impermanent and profoundly significant, as though just beneath the surface something huge and alive waked for a moment of lazy alertness out of and into light slumber again.