You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind... And a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.