"How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity!"
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Muller lands the knife with a genteel phrase - “How mankind defers” - then twists it into a moral indictment. “Defers” is the polite Victorian word for what he really means: we procrastinate our lives away, not because we lack options, but because we’ve made delay into a habit that feels like prudence. The line sets up a double loss: we postpone “the best it can do” (duty, discipline, moral effort) and also “the most beautiful things it can enjoy” (art, love, nature, pleasure). That pairing matters. He’s not preaching a grim work ethic or a shallow carpe diem; he’s arguing that action and joy are both ethical obligations, and we betray ourselves by treating either as optional.
The subtext is a quiet assault on modern self-deception: we behave as if time were a renewable resource, an account we can overdraw now and repay later. Muller’s rhetorical engine is the conditional that detonates at the center - “every day may be the last one” - a memento mori stripped of religious ornament and repurposed as urgency. He turns fear into clarity, not melodrama.
Contextually, this fits an educator steeped in moral formation and the nineteenth-century anxiety that comfort and routine dull the soul. “Lost time is lost eternity” isn’t theology so much as accounting: time is the only currency that can’t be refunded, and the charge compounds. The sentence works because it refuses to let postponement stay small; it makes delay cosmic.
The subtext is a quiet assault on modern self-deception: we behave as if time were a renewable resource, an account we can overdraw now and repay later. Muller’s rhetorical engine is the conditional that detonates at the center - “every day may be the last one” - a memento mori stripped of religious ornament and repurposed as urgency. He turns fear into clarity, not melodrama.
Contextually, this fits an educator steeped in moral formation and the nineteenth-century anxiety that comfort and routine dull the soul. “Lost time is lost eternity” isn’t theology so much as accounting: time is the only currency that can’t be refunded, and the charge compounds. The sentence works because it refuses to let postponement stay small; it makes delay cosmic.
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| Topic | Time |
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