“He had dawdled over his cigar because he was at heart a dilettante, and thinking over a pleasure to come often gave him a subtler satisfaction than its realisation.“
Excerpt From
Edith Wharton. “The Age of Innocence.”
It is improbable that two of us harbour an identical account of treasure. One for example may express a passion for guns; another for automobiles; some for horses; still others for clocks or oil paintings. I’ve even known one consumed by cranberry stemware. A more predictable likeness is the narcotic effect of materialism, the unparalleled commotion surrounding its acquisition and display, and the remarkable assuredness of its re-enactment no matter how diverse or prolonged the zealousness may be.