Quotes About Reckonings

The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.

For when your labor is all done, And you've done all your reckonings, You hasten home without delay, And, just as dumb as any stone, You sit and read another book Until completely dazéd is your look.