Observations:
(1) Animals survive because they are selfish. We are animals, therefore we are selfish.
(2) Everyone wants to be popular. It is human instinct.
(3) I am obsessed with Night Train To Lisbon.
(4) And life without music is plain torture. Ack.
If Lisbon hadn't been steeped in that bewitching light the next morning, Gregorius thought later, things might have taken a completely different turn. Maybe he would have gone to the airport and taken the next flight home. But the light allowed no temptation to turn back. Its glow made the whole past into something very distant, almost unreal, the will lost every shadow of the past under its luminosity, and the only possibility was to depart into the future whatever it might consist of.
Night Train To Lisbon, Pascal Mercier
