• Fate stalks us with depressing monotony from womb to tomb, and, when we are least expecting it, deals us a series of crushing blows from behind.

    Hesketh Pearson: Fate stalks us with depressing monotony from womb to tomb, and, when we are least expecting it, deals us a series of crushing blows from behind.
    Hesketh Pearson (1926). “The whispering gallery: being leaves from a diplomat's diary”