In a sense the world dies every time a writer dies, because, if he is any good, he has been a wet nurse to humanity during his entire existence.
The New Yorker (Nov. 17, 1945)
In a sense the world dies every time a writer dies, because, if he is any good, he has been a wet nurse to humanity during his entire existence.
The New Yorker (Nov. 17, 1945)