Sep 14, 2015
A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, HmÄn, as if the pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing⊠What you call remembering is the last part of the pleasure, as the crah is the last part of a poem. When you and I met, the meeting was over very shortly: it was nothing. Now it is growing into something as we remember it⊠What it will be when I remember it as I lie down to die, what it makes in me all my days till then â that is the real meeting. The other is only the beginning of it.
Out of the Silent Planet (1938)
