I think sometimes - do not we all? - that perhaps the present year is my last year and that all my busyness is foolish.


To Bed at Noon (ed. 1951)


I think sometimes - do not we all? - that perhaps the present year is my last year and that all my busyness is foolish.

I think sometimes - do not we all? - that perhaps the present year is my last year and that all my busyness is foolish.

I think sometimes - do not we all? - that perhaps the present year is my last year and that all my busyness is foolish.

I think sometimes - do not we all? - that perhaps the present year is my last year and that all my busyness is foolish.