“The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.”
“A train has a poor memory; it soon puts all behind it.”
“And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.”
“Life is not a fairground, but a school. -- Franz Bardon”
“Soon, the two of them would leave this spot. . . walk into the house and into a whole changed world. . . ”
“I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.”