‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
A book about the gap between fantasy and experience; and about how bad we are with dealing with our desire
'I told myself that it was subversive of me to be doing something so conventional.' (108)
