There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses—bound for dust—mortal—
The beautiful and damned (ed. Scribner, 1950)
There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses—bound for dust—mortal—
The beautiful and damned (ed. Scribner, 1950)