‘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…’
Monday, August 29, 2011
A Pitiful Man
His wife was sitting up under the mosquito-net, and for a moment he had the impression of a joint of meat under a meat-cover.
Graham Greene, The Heart of the Matter (London: Penguin, 1962), 22-3.
His wife was sitting up under the mosquito-net, and for a moment he had the impression of a joint of meat under a meat-cover.
