What distressed me most — more even than my own folly — was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?


Phantastes (1858)


What distressed me most — more even than my own folly — was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?

What distressed me most — more even than my own folly — was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?

What distressed me most — more even than my own folly — was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?

What distressed me most — more even than my own folly — was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?