There is a poetry in wildness, and every alligator basking in the slime is himself an Epic, self contained.


Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XXII (p. 348), Macmillan & Company Ltd. 1892


There is a poetry in wildness, and every alligator basking in the slime is himself an Epic, self contained.

There is a poetry in wildness, and every alligator basking in the slime is himself an Epic, self contained.

There is a poetry in wildness, and every alligator basking in the slime is himself an Epic, self contained.

There is a poetry in wildness, and every alligator basking in the slime is himself an Epic, self contained.