‘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 19, 2013
'A black future, an unpardonable past - '
'Closing with a - [brief laugh] - yelp to Providence.' (218)
