Being everything, let us admit that is to be something, </br> Or give ourselves the benefit of the doubt; </br> Let us offer our pinch of dust all to… - William Empson

The central function of imaginative literature is to make you realize that other people act on moral convictions different from your own.

Attending there let us absorb the cultures of nations </br> And dissolve into our judgement all their codes. </br> Then, being clogged with a natural hesitation </br> (People are continually asking one the way out), </br> Let us stand here and admit that we have no road.

It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.
The more things happen to you the more you can't
Tell or remember even what they were. The contradictions cover such a range.
The talk would talk and go so far aslant.
You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.