Babe actively going to the medics’ foxhole for comfort after Julian’s death, physically and metaphorically leaning into this comfort, and also verbally expressing his emotions as his voice audibly cracks up is such an underrated aspect of his character.
In the end, they came up with the concept that there is a God who has made this world, and we are all His creations, and all this material world is a hoax.
BLut joy, joy is a kind of ecstatic bleeding, a disgraceful sort of supercontentment which overflows from every pore of your being. You can’t make people joyous just by being joyous yourself. Joy has to be generated by oneself: it is or it isn’t.aughter is momentary—it passes.