Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection.


The Book of Delusions (1936)


Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection.