How many seas and frontiers shall I have to cross to reach that distant day; how far shall I have to travel, on foot, on horseback, by car, push-bike, aeroplane, and tram? How much money shall I need for that enormous journey? How much food must I gradually, wearily consume on my way? How many pairs of shoes shall I wear out? How many thousands of cigarettes shall I smoke? How many cups of tea shall I drink and how many glasses of beer? What an awful prospect! And yet - to have to die…
—‘Goodbye to Berlin’ by Christopher Isherwood
Goodbye To Berlin Christopher Isherwood there's something subtly marvellous about this quote w. 13 notes
