For when you looked into my mother's eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open then minds of all who looked to beautiful thoughts. And that is the beginning and end of literature.


A window in Thrums. Margaret Ogilvy (ed. 1913)


For when you looked into my mother's eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open then minds of all who...

For when you looked into my mother's eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open then minds of all who...

For when you looked into my mother's eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open then minds of all who...

For when you looked into my mother's eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open then minds of all who...