In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world. - Emil Cioran
Friday, February 1, 2019
SAMUEL BECKETT from Footfalls
nights she would halt, as one frozen by some shudder of the mind, and
stand stark still till she could move again. But many also were the
nights when she paced without pause, up and down, up and down, before
vanishing the way she came.