"Such are the visions which proffer great cornucopias full of fruit to the solitary traveller, or murmur in his ear like sirens lolloping away on the green sea waves, or are dashed in his face like bunches of roses, or rise to the surface like pale faces which fishermen flounder through floods to embrace."
-Virginia Woolf
Friday, March 18, 2011
Knowing each other
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title. -Virginia Woolf
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