At sixty-eight, it was very like love. I leave this remark on the page as a gift to women — that the incandescence can appear again in winter like a hibernated moth.


Enid Bagnold's Autobiography (1969)


At sixty-eight, it was very like love. I leave this remark on the page as a gift to women — that the incandescence can appear again in winter like...

At sixty-eight, it was very like love. I leave this remark on the page as a gift to women — that the incandescence can appear again in winter like...

At sixty-eight, it was very like love. I leave this remark on the page as a gift to women — that the incandescence can appear again in winter like...

At sixty-eight, it was very like love. I leave this remark on the page as a gift to women — that the incandescence can appear again in winter like...