“Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.”
“A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song : I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords. her door was open : she wanted to hear my music. silent with aw and pity i went to her bedside. she was crying in her wretched bed for these words, Stephen : love's bitter mystery.”
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
"Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why."
Robert B. Laughlin
Penelope Ann Miller