The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.


An Edith Wharton treasury (ed. 1950)

Edith Wharton Quotes

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.