“I have to congratulate you,” she murmured as we walked, “on the thoroughness of your preparations. Every… — Catherine Webb

Chapter 28 (p. 119; ellipsis as in the book)

The world is ending, as it always must. But the end of the world is getting faster.

Time was simple, is simple. We can divide it into simple parts, measure it, arrange dinner by it, drink whisky to its passage. We can mathematically deploy it, use it to express ideas about the observable universe, and yet if asked to explain it in simple language to a child–in simple language which is not deceit, of course–we are powerless. The most it ever seems we know how to do with time is to waste it.