There is something impure in the laments about the dangers of our time, as if they could serve to excuse our personal failure.
J. Agee, trans. (1989), p. 108 - Das Geheimherz der Uhr [The Secret Heart of the Clock] (1987)
There is something impure in the laments about the dangers of our time, as if they could serve to excuse our personal failure.
J. Agee, trans. (1989), p. 108 - Das Geheimherz der Uhr [The Secret Heart of the Clock] (1987)