"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
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
potential
If I am as amateurish and mediocre a fiction writer as I am a legal thinker, then surely a bookstore in need of a shelver is calling my name.
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