Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.


A Summer Bird-Cage (1963; New York: William Morrow, 1964) p. 120


Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.

Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.

Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.

Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.