My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.


The World of Lincoln Steffens (ed. 1962)


My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.

My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.

My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.

My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.