“And now fear spread over the countryside. People no longer knew against whomto direct their impotent rage.”
“Regrets... Regrets are bootless. A vain trick of the mind. An impotent raging against what cannot be changed anyway. A distraction from the moment.”
“From this vantage point in the summer, the countryside below is a dreaming checkerboard over which it seems that one could, with a running start, spread one's arms and fly.”
“Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.”
“Boredom is rage spread thin”
“The fear of appearances is the first symptom of impotence.”