Oh, Septimus! - can you bear it? All the lost plays of the Athenians! ... How can we sleep for grief?
By counting our stock. Seven plays from Aeschylus, seven from Sopocles, nineteen from Euripides ... You should no more grieve for the rest than for a buckle lost from your first shoe, or for your lesson book which will be lost when you are old. We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it.