History may not repeat, but it often rhymes.
History, we know, is apt to repeat itself, and to foist very old incidents upon us with only a slight change of costume.
Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a person is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.
I'm not trying to say that we're facing or looking at a likely repeat of history. It would be great if we were.
The past assumes the nature of the present.
History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.
I think it's despicable. I also think it's frightening that we seem to live through history over and over again. And I don't know if I'm the only one. I feel like, when you read through history books, you always judge those people in that time.
If history moves forward, knowledge of it travels backwards, so that in writing of our own recent past we are continually meeting ourselves coming the other way.
