It's the seal upon an act of violence, isn't it, a sunset?
Something taken from us against our will.

It's a hateful reminder, in the midst of our delightful volitions, of how arbitrary every condition of life is." "The conditions of business are always arbitrary.

Life is a business--we have to work at ourselves till it is over.

So much cut off and ended it is," he said, glancing at the sky again.

"If space is the area of life and time is its opportunity, there goes a measure of opportunity." "I wonder," said Advena, "where it goes ?" "Into the void behind time ?" he suggested, smiling straight at her.
"Into the texture of the future," she answered, smiling back.
"We might bring it to bear very intelligently on the future, at any rate," he returned.