That pile of paper on his left side went on living like the watch on a dead soldier's wrist.
On his visit to the deathbed of Marcel Proust, as quoted in "Cocteau: The Great Enchanter" by Edmund White Vogue (May 1984)
That pile of paper on his left side went on living like the watch on a dead soldier's wrist.
On his visit to the deathbed of Marcel Proust, as quoted in "Cocteau: The Great Enchanter" by Edmund White Vogue (May 1984)