Saturday, 6 May 2017

I know it now

I know it now—I know it—who shall free me from even such guilt?

Do you see that tree? Often and often I sink down beneath it with groans of regret, for on its branches are gathered the opportunities of a wasted life. They keep falling down on me, ready to crush me. I am often driven thither by the lashes of the awful Inevitable. How happy I might have been, how much I might have done in the days of golden possibility. But I would not! As a blind man, I walked in life, careless of light. It is dark now, but I can see—I do see—the failure of my days.

Letters from Hell, L. W. J. S., Richard Bentley & Son, London, 1889