“So does that mean,” asked the Master, “that now your life is finally complete, and you can die without any regrets?”
Well. That is indeed ridiculous. It fails (I think) to realise the Lady Sensory’s lesson that she no longer needs to be the person she always thought she needed to be. I am moved to quote the Quaker Isaac Penington: “The end of words is to bring men to the knowledge of things beyond what words can utter”. The Master of Fandom’s words are meaningless, an ideal of what people should be, they imagine, rather than how things actually are.
“So does that mean,” asked the Master, “that now your life is finally complete, and you can die without any regrets?”
Well. That is indeed ridiculous. It fails (I think) to realise the Lady Sensory’s lesson that she no longer needs to be the person she always thought she needed to be. I am moved to quote the Quaker Isaac Penington: “The end of words is to bring men to the knowledge of things beyond what words can utter”. The Master of Fandom’s words are meaningless, an ideal of what people should be, they imagine, rather than how things actually are.