Afterglow – wonderful word, isn’t it?
Today I’ve started a new book, the second volume of Robert Harris’ highly readable life of the great Roman orator Cicero, which was brought out to me by my brother Gam. It’s a big black book with the title LUSTRUM printed in white letters across the gleaming, black dust-cover. I opened it with pleasurable anticipation (I do love the smell of a well-printed hardback, don’t you) and read, before the Preface, the following:
«We look on past ages with condescension, as a mere preparation for us … but what if we’re only an afterglow of them».
J. G. Farrell, The Siege of Krishnapur
Now there’s a thought.