Quote from the weekend:

Was there a greater portrayal of the shattering of human illusions than King Lear? No, that was not quite right: not shattering, because that implied a single great crisis. Rather, what happened to human illusions was that they crumbled, they withered away. It was a long wearisome process, like a toothache reaching far into the soul. But you can pull out a tooth and it will be gone. Illusions, however, even when dead, continue to rot and stink within us. We cannot escape their taste and smell. We carry them around with us all the time. He did.
(p.93)

Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true, or is it something worse?

Barnes, Julian. The Noise of Time. New York: Albert A. Knopf, 2016.