‘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, March 20, 2017
Maggie Nelson, Jane: A Murder
'Two slugs turn the light of the mind into dull meat'.
