this teetering croquembouche of impudence
pondering
"For when you examine feelings with the intense microscope that sorrow lends, it is amazing how they stretch, like the finest goldbeater’s skin, over immense tracts of substance."
— Virginia Woolf, from “Reminiscences” in
Moments of Being
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment