Nothing arrives on paper as it started, and so much arrives that never started at all. To write is always to rave a little-even if one did once know what one meant
The death of the heart (ed. Viking Pr, 1938)
Nothing arrives on paper as it started, and so much arrives that never started at all. To write is always to rave a little-even if one did once know what one meant
The death of the heart (ed. Viking Pr, 1938)