I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.
David Foster Wallace; Infinite Jest
[I’ve posted this before, but since today is his birthday, I’ll re-post it.]
To eat of the fruit means to leave the garden because the fruit speaks of other things, other longings. So at dusk you say goodbye to the place you love, not knowing if you can ever return, knowing you can never return by the same way as this. It may be, some other day, that you will open a gate by chance, and find yourself again on the other side of the wall.