The Next Chapter
Listen — if the world had come to an end in 1757, what would have changed? The world was, and now it’s not. Just like it is, and someday it won’t be. How is the world better off for lasting thirty thousand years, rather than fifteen thousand? In what way is the world more sublime, or better, as a world of seven billion people, rather than a world of three billion? Well, economically… The economy is a fine rationalisation for every sort of idiocy. And it sounds impressive when you say it.
So what is it, Olanda? What’s been done here? What exactly is this world? Is it pretty? So pretty that there’s no need to pose any questions? Beauty’s no argument, as far as I’m concerned.
A man, my Olanda, sometimes loves, sometimes does something, sometimes learns something, sometimes
