POZZO: (suddenly furious). Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It’s abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we’ll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? (Calmer.) They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
Samuel Beckett. Waiting for Godot.
memory is never a good judge of time.
this is part of a bizarre sculpture of a janus figure – at a guess i’d say related to greek or roman theatre. it was in rembrandt’s house – as part of his collection.