Lewis Thomas – Late Night Thoughts on Listening to Mahler’s Ninth Symphony (1983)

And now, I think, we have a new kind of worry. There is no place for functionless, untidy, inexplicable notions, no dark comfortable parts of the mind to hide away the things we’d like to keep but at the same time forget. The attic is still there, but with the trapdoor always open and the stepladder in place we are always in and out of it, flashing lights around, naming everything, unmystified.

“The Attic of the Brain”

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