It’s the repeated, regular acts – the habits – that are, oddly, the most interesting thing. I wouldn’t have thought it.
For his own part, Adams inclined to think that neither chaos nor death was an object to him as a searcher of knowledge – neither would have vogue in America – neither would help him to a career. Both of them led him away from his objects, into an English dilettante museum of scraps, of which nothing but a wall-paper to unite them in any relation of sequence. Possibly English taste was one degree more fatal than English scholarship, but even this question was open to argument.
—Henry Adams (The Education of Henry Adams, p. 220)1
- This passage was found using the sortes sort of haphazard reading; it appealed to me because I have been reading too many detective stories. [↩]