Too Late.

You do realise, don’t you, that I get these mind-boggling revelations just when it’s too late to do anything about them?

(Oh. A thought just popped into my head, demanding to be stated. Ever obedient to my muse, it was this:

I’m disturbed by the extent to which modern young women are prepared to sell their power for a mess of imagined independence.

Make of it what you will.)

So, back to the point... Zoe has a good phrase:

The question of too late is always asked just in time.

Seems to me there’s far too much ‘too late’ going around at the moment. Such irony. Clever girl, Zoe.