How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?


Three plays: The firstborn, Thor, with angels [and] A sleep of prisoners (ed. 1961)


How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?