Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with ‘cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish- I’ve seen more guts in 11 year old kids. Is that what you call tact? You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back so let’s end this call and end this conversation-
There am I. I cannot leave. I have nothing to complain about. I do not suffer excessively, for I do not suffer consistently, it does not pile up, at least I do not feel it for the time being, and the degree of my suffering is far less than the suffering that is perhaps my due.
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries
Such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety was lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present.