Is Work Enough?

Is work enough?, asks Emma Pierson.

It’s as if you’re sitting at an elegant restaurant with a spear through your chest and waiters keep bringing you beautiful courses. One asks you how your food is.

“It’s lovely,” you say, “but I’ve got this large hole in my ribcage…”

I don’t have an answer to her question, but I do understand it.

He finally found peace, as so many others had done, in the abstract architecture of Bach, occasionally ornamented with Mozart. And so Discovery drove on toward Saturn, as often as not pulsating with the cool music of the harpsichord, the frozen thoughts of a brain that had been dust for twice a hundred years.