Warmth, warmth, more warmth! for we are dying of cold and not of darkness. It is not the night that kills, but the frost.
The Tragic Sense of Life (1913) - XI : The Practical Problem
Warmth, warmth, more warmth! for we are dying of cold and not of darkness. It is not the night that kills, but the frost.
The Tragic Sense of Life (1913) - XI : The Practical Problem