Oh! If only someone would give me time, time, time to do everything properly,
to read everything at my own tempo,
to take it apart and put it together again.

— KARL BARTH (1922)

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”

“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

— STEPHEN CRANE