“Why, Milena, do you write about our common future which will never be, or is it that why you write about it? (…) Few things are certain, but one is that we’ll never live together, share an apartment, body to body, at a common table, never, not even in the same city. (…) Incidentally, Milena, you must agree when you examine yourself and me and take soundings of the “sea” between “Vienna” and “Prague” with its insurmountably high waves.” (Prague, September 1920) Letters To Milena

A little flesh, a little breath, and a Reason to rule all – that is myself. Book II

 If ... Australia and Eurasia could have been interchanged ... Eurasians would be ... reduced to ... fragments.  Guns, Germs And Steel

Still, life had a way of adding day to day. Mrs. Dalloway