I’m beginning to believe my realism as been at fault all these years, for nothing in life now ever seemes to end. Chemists tell you matter is never completely destroyed, and mathematicians tell you taht if you halve each pace in crossing a room, you will never reach the opposite wall, so what an optimist I would be if I thought that this story ended here.
[Graham Greene, The end of the affair,
Vintag 2019, p. 121]