The further a society drifts from truth, the more it will hate those who speak it. - George Orwell

Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me —

The past is a curious thing. It's with you all the time. I suppose an hour never passes without your thinking of things that happened ten or twenty years ago, and yet most of the time it's got no reality, it's just a set of facts that you've learned, like a lot of stuff in a history book. Then some chance sight or sound or smell, especially smell, sets you going, and the past doesn't merely come back to you, you're actually in the past.

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.