There is
immunity in reading,
immunity in formal
society, in office
routine, in the
company of old friends and in the giving of
officious help to strangers, but there is no
sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its
anguish will break through every defense-line of
custom and
habit; we must
sleep and therefore we must dream.
Cyril Connolly
Critic and Essayist