‘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…’
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Deborah Levy, Swimming Home
'It was impossible to believe that someone did not want to be saved from their incoherence.'
