I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones.
Joseph Conrad: An Appreciation (1930; New York: Haskell House, 1973) p. 11
I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones.
Joseph Conrad: An Appreciation (1930; New York: Haskell House, 1973) p. 11