I'm not really sorry. But I'm not absolutely unsorry. - John Fowles

"Ask me to marry you."

"Will you marry me?"

"No."

I felt both a state of envy and contempt. The yacht itself was not vulgar, but I smelt something vulgar about owning it...A few moments later I set off back to my dull daily penal colony of an existence on the far side of the dream, as Adam left the Garden of Eden perhaps…except I knew there were no Gods, and nothing was going to bar my return...

We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.