He had a bad taste in his mouth which had nothing to do with his ordeals ... and, though nobody knew better than he how empty all vengeance is, an inexpungeable memory of Jillith.    From Wordnik.com.  [Anywhen]

The only fictions that elude our suspicions, not to say (sooner or later) our contempt, are those to be found in the arts; embracing the inexpungeable defect of our pattern-seeking and pattern-making, artists cause the defect to become — or seem to become, in our apprehension of their handiwork — a virtue.    From Wordnik.com.  [Joseph Campbell: An Exchange] Reference