Moments from The Great Divorce:
The greyness outside the windows turned from mud-colour to mother of pearl, then to faintest blue, then to a bright blueness that stung the eyes. We seemed to be floating in pure vacancy.
They were all fixed faces, not full of possibilities but impossibilities.
I had got ‘out’ in some sense which made the Solar System itself seem an indoor affair.
One gets glimpses, even in our country, of that which is ageless–heavy thought in the face of an infant, and frolic childhood in that of a very old man. Here it was all like that.
But honest opinions fearlessly followed–they are not sins.
Our opinions were not honestly come by. We simply found ourselves in contact with a certain current of ideas and
plunged into it
because it seemed modern and successful.