In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world. - Emil Cioran
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
Virginia Woolf from Mrs. Dalloway
it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she
came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the
room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the
terrace in the summer sky.