The car, in addition to ravaging the earth, has robbed man of his friend, the horse. Would our ancestors not laugh at a generation of horseless men? I laugh at all of us.
As you grow older you recognise that 'interesting people' are only truly substantial insofar as they keep the general human virtues well. Nobody can live up to their facade in perpetuity but our plain depths can be better than our superficial mystery.
Suppose the apocalypse were not around the corner and instead there was a return to reality as it was known. Suppose our towers of Babel were to collapse and ordinary grass grow over them. Then this would seem indeed the strangest time, stranger even than it seems already.
I don't feel nostalgia, but I do feel a kind of piteous tenderness towards the past. Snow falls on the old memory, and blankets things with a kind of virginal innocence, even if those times were unhappy and those things were sordid.
Remember always that everything you do makes everyone you know more likely to do the same. Don't do anything you'd hate to see a loved one do, lest you make them do it.