‘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…’
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Colm Tóibín, Nora Webster
'In the car, when they had finally said goodnight to everyone, Nora realized that Phyllis was so drunk that she was almost fully sober.'
