Decca Aitkenhead interviews Clive James:
If he could go back through his life and edit out the bits of which he was least proud, which chapters would go? “Oh, without number. Whenever I was cruel or insensitive.” Has that been a theme? “Yes. Casual, focusing only on my own needs and requirements, yes. Inability to know that other people are truly alive as I am.”
Barthes, quoting Wahl:
This is what death is, most of all: everything that has been seen, will have been seen for nothing. Mourning over what we have perceived.