"No, Not this. This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward. With your self. With others." He looks at her, she does not look away. "Let him go. Send him away, daughter. You are probably not much more than half his age. But you have already outlived him twice over. He will never overtake you, catch up with you, because he has wasted too much time. And that too, his nothing, its as irremediable as you all. He can no more ever cast back and do, than you can cast back and undo."
William Faulkner "Light in August" Chapter 17
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