My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?


Aurelia (1996)


My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?

My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?

My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?

My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?