sisyphean

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”

Guildenstern in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Act II by Tom Stoppard

[This quote is like an old friend that I think about often but rarely call or visit. R & G was written in 1967, but in my reading life it presaged Waiting for Godot (1954) and The Myth of Sisyphus (1942) and Fear and Trembling (1843), working my way backwards to work back forwards.]

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